Chapter 1189

"Jealous madness."

Shen Qi's every word contains his deep feelings.

Qiu Mohan is not really so cold-hearted. He knows better than anyone what Shen Qi has done to him in the past six months.

Leaning in Shen Qi's arms, listening to his powerful heartbeat, Qiu Mohan felt a lot in his heart.

"I don't know how you feel about me, but I want to tell you that I like you, really, really."

"I'm sorry if it bothers you."

Shen Qi didn't see Qiu Mo Han's expression. He said to himself, "like this kind of thing, it's never forced."

"I've been working hard for so long. You don't seem to feel that way about me."

"That kiss..." Shen Qi in advance of that kiss, can't help but pause for a moment, then continue to say: "is I abrupt, won't later."

"Give me another hug, and I won't be able to do it in the future." Shen Qi said that he was very depressed, but he said that he was very satisfied. Only to this extent, he was satisfied.

But Qiu Mo Han felt more depressed and frowned. Did he know what he was talking about?

Does he know or not?

Shen Qi reached out and rubbed Qiu Mo Han's head. He let go of Qiu Mo Han and said, "OK, go back to rest. I'll sit back."

Shen Qi let go is really put very simply, simply let Qiu Mo cold some gnash teeth.

"What's the matter? Go back and have a rest. It's cold on the ground, so as not to catch a cold. " Seeing that Qiu Mo Han was still motionless, Shen Qi couldn't help saying something.

Qiu Mo's face was cold, and he stretched out his hand to pull Shen Qi's collar. Shen Qi didn't expect this, and he didn't know what Qiu Mo Han was going to do.

"It's you that I like, it's you that I won't do it in the future!" Qiu Mo Han looked at Shen Qi, with a touch of anger in his tone: "do I have any feelings for you, are you me? What do you know? "

"I like to talk to myself about everything. If you ask me more, will you die?"

"Or is it true that you said before that you would be crazy and jealous when you see me with others?"

"Pushed me out in the twinkling of an eye."

"Is that what you like?"

The hand that Qiu Mo Han pulls Shen Qi's collar a little trembles: "that I don't need."

With these words, Qiu Mohan lets Shen Qi go, stands up, and is ready to go back to his room, but Shen Qi hugs him from behind.

Shen Qi buried his face in Qiu Mo Han's neck, greedily sucking the taste and temperature of his body.

"Let go of me." Qiu Mohan felt a little annoyed.

"No, I won't. I won't let go in my life." Shen Qi is just like a kid who plays tricks on him. He can't help but hold Qiu Mo Han's arm a little tighter.

"Little brother, I'm really happy. It turns out that I'm not my own wishful thinking to you."

Shen Qi is really happy. It can be felt from his tone that he is really happy.

"It's your wishful thinking. I don't like you."

Qiu Mo Han didn't retort, hum!

"I don't believe it. I heard it. You just like me. I won't let you out." Shen Qi can't listen to anything else now. He only knows that the people he likes also like him, and the others are not important.

"I'm glad." Shen Qi suddenly sighed.

Happy for what? Qiu Mo Han is a little puzzled. He looks at Shen Qi and his eyes are full of love. His face starts to get hot.