Chapter 385

The next second, Chang Xia feels not second, because the corner of Qi Qian's mouth is slightly tilted, showing a bad smile.

"Xiao Xia, since you are so bad, you can't blame me for being ruthless." The voice falls, fierce moment, he hugs Chang Xia, immediately throw on the bed.

Chang Xia was so scared that he waved his hands and feet: "what are you doing, sex wolf?"

"Do you mean to talk about me?" Qi Qian holds Chang Xia's delicate and smooth face in his hand, eyes to eyes, the flame of love shuttling and interweaving between each other.

They are now in bed, their shadows are close together, like the lingering mandarin ducks in the lake, playing sweetly. At this time, no matter how many words are cumbersome, they no longer speak, but very tacit understanding to embrace each other.

The lighting is warm, the wall is carved with exquisite ceramic tile patterns, and clothes are falling from the red cotton carpet.

To be frank with each other, Chang Xia and Qi Qian rely on each other intimately, as if they were fish swimming in the water, and as if they were LIANLI trees connected by their roots. They are united in perfect harmony.

The room is full of special breath, the light of the moon is flowing on the glass window, cicadas are singing, accompanied by the sound of breathing in the room.

The next morning, when the sun rose, Chang Xia sat up from the bed with sleepy eyes. It was quite rare that Qi Qian had not got up yet. He is still sleeping in bed with his eyes closed, which is a very rare thing.

On weekdays, when Chang Xia gets up, Qi Qian goes out to work early. Apart from work, this desperate Sanlang is working. It is estimated that he was exhausted from the intimacy with himself last night.

While he was sleeping, Chang Xia suddenly wanted to make some pranks.

Qi Qian is usually very serious, unsmiling and serious. It seems that it's very difficult to make him smile a little. That's good. Chang Xia wants to do something to play with him.

He took an oily water pen from his desk, and Chang Xia began to draw on his pretty face.

In fact, Chang Xia's painting skills are not good. In retrospect, she hasn't grasped the brush for ten years. But it doesn't matter. Anyway, now she's painting on Qi Qian's face. It doesn't matter whether she's good-looking or not. She just wants to play with Qi Qian.

The strokes are slightly black. Chang Xia uses the brush smoothly. In a short time, her masterpiece is born. Now Qi Qian's face is covered with black handwriting. It looks like a six-year-old boy's art painting.

After the painting, Chang Xia immediately threw away her pen and destroyed her body. Then she went to sleep, pretending that nothing had happened.

Half an hour later, Qi Qian got up and heard a cry of panic in the toilet.

"What's going on?"

Hiding in bed, Chang Xia didn't sleep. She guessed that Qi Qian might have found the handwriting on his face when he looked in the mirror in the toilet. At the thought of Qi Qian's panic, Chang Xia couldn't help laughing. Of course, she can't let Qi Qian know that she did it by herself, so now she pretends to be just getting up, rubbing her eyes and walking towards the toilet.

"What's the matter, Qi Qian? What happened?"

"My face." Standing in the clean toilet, Qi Qian pointed to the circle of black handwriting on his eyes. Although Chang Xia had seen these "Paintings" for a long time, she couldn't help laughing.

Now Qi Qian is painted as a cat face, usually he is handsome and aloof, but now he looks like a clown, which is totally inconsistent with his previous superior temperament.

Chang Xia patted Qi Qian on the shoulder and said with a smile, "how can your face become like this? Ha ha, it's so funny... But it's very nice and pretty."

Qi Qian's face is stiff, showing an iron blue shape. It is estimated that he must be suffocating now. Now, while wiping his face with a wet towel, he asked, "Xiao Xia, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Ah? How do I know what's going on? I just got up After a pause, Chang Xia looked confused and puzzled. "It's really strange to say, why do these strange things come out of your face? Is it that a thief recently drew your face in the middle of the night? Or do pens have legs, and they run up and down your face

After Chang Xia said these words, even she was amused by herself. If a thief came into the house, there would be no stupid thief who would draw Qi Qian's face instead of stealing. What's more, what pen has legs? This kind of story is made up to cheat children.

The clever Qi Qian naturally won't believe what Chang Xia said. He took a step and approached Chang Xia: "Xiao Xia, this room is just me and you. Who do you think is more suspicious?"

Qi Qian's meaning is very obvious. He just doubts what he did. Chang Xia won't admit it so foolishly.

Shaking his head, Chang Xia showed an innocent look like a lamb: "wronged, Mr. Qi, you can't slander the people's daughter. I didn't do anything. Besides, I just woke up. Why is your face like this? I'm curious."

"Is it?" Qi Qian showed a cold smile, thin lips pulled out a beautiful arc, and then he took Chang Xia's wrist in one hand, "Xiao Xia, please tell me what you have in your hand."

Leng for a while, Chang Xia didn't understand what Qi Qian meant. She didn't have anything in her hand. Now looking at the past, Chang Xia found that he did not have anything on his hand, but he had black handwriting on his palm! Chang Xia was exposed. She just used a pen to doodle on Qi Qian's face. Although she threw away the oily water pen, she didn't wash her hands, so now she still has the handwriting of mischief. He quickly shrunk his hand, and Chang Xia said with a smile, "ah? What is it? Why do I have black things in my hands? " Chang Xia still pretends that he doesn't know anything. Unfortunately, Qi qian can't be deceived by this silly and sweet trick“ Xiao Xia, don't lie to me. You painted something on my face. " Qi Qian said angrily. His angry look was funny. His facial features were slightly taut, as if the strings were drawn closer, and the corners of his mouth were tilted up, like a child. Chang Xia has seen Qi Qian angry before. He was angry before, just like a demon king coming, murderous. But now his angry appearance is different from before. Now Qi Qian is a little "proud", which is the kind of love and angry appearance. Seeing him like this, he set off a wave in Chang Xia's heart. With a smile, Chang Xia decided not to offend him, so he admitted: "yes, yes, I painted it on your face. No matter what, you also painted it on my face."