Chapter 129

He raised his hand and wiped his face. Li Qingning took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and stood on the bed, dragging Lan Qing onto the bed.

Then she quickly jumped out of bed and lifted his two legs hanging by the bed. After completing this series of actions, she only felt that her arms could rotate 360 degrees and she had no strength.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Lan Qing whispered. In front of her broad chest, she loosened two gold inlaid buttons. Thinking that there was something wrong, she turned around and pulled out silk from under him and covered him.

The moonlight sprinkled on his face, casting a beautiful shadow. His face was flushed because of alcohol. His soft eyelashes just moved a few times with his eyes. Soon, his chest fluctuated steadily and regularly.

This is the first time Li Qingning has seen such a quiet and non aggressive Lan Qing. She looks like a simple boy with no intention. She just stands by and looks at the man's sleeping face and is dazed.

For a long time, I noticed his arm exposed outside the quilt. I frowned a little, and my eyes turned. I summoned up the courage to go forward to help him put his arm in the quilt to make him sleep more comfortable.

Carefully raised his arm, and opened the cover on his body Hermes thin quilt, is ready to gently put his arm on his chest, who knows he seems to be startled in general, backhand grabbed her slender wrist, dead clamp her, let her move.

Thinking it was her action that woke him up, she quickly apologized in a low voice and said, "I'm sorry, I just want to help you put your arm in the quilt. I'm sorry to disturb you."

But the other side didn't respond at all. His irresistible force pinched her. She raised her head and saw that Lan Qing was still closed.

It's just that the expression on his face looks a little painful, like the panic expression on the face of a deer struggling in the mire.

Such him, it seems so strange, but people can't help but want to close.

His mouth whispered, she gave up the struggle, carefully listen to what he whispered, he repeatedly said: "don't go, don't leave me, in my side, don't go."

In the eyes of the world, Lan Qing is like the God of darkness from hell. He is cold-blooded and has no feelings. He is determined to kill people or business. He is iron fisted and cold-blooded. It seems that no one and anything can affect him. He is the God of all people and God.

But such a man, such a humble way to pray for the people in front of him not to leave, even in a dream, is enough to make people open their eyes and surprise.

After all, he is just an ordinary person who will be hurt and sad.

Perhaps women are born with the maternal brilliance of fraternity. No matter to those who are close to them, or to those who do all kinds of evil to torture themselves, as long as they show their soft tentacles, women's nature will let them take care of everything. They look at the people in front of them with heartache and pity and touch their low heads.

Just like Li Qingning at the moment, looking at the slightly painful expression on Lan Qing's face, her thin lips gently open and keep repeating those words of unknown significance, her heart becomes as soft as the big white clouds in the sky on a sunny day.

She stopped struggling to get rid of the action, with the other hand gently patted him on his wrist that only the strength of the big hand, mouth soft voice said: "don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just a nightmare, I won't go, I won't go."

The soft voice is just like the wonderful music of magic flute in fairy tale. Lan Qing gradually calms down in her comforting voice and slowly releases the hand holding her wrist.

Holding his breath, Li Qingning put his hand into the quilt. With the experience of the last time, this time she did not dare to let out the atmosphere.

When she straightened up again and made sure everything was in order, she dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the series of experiences just now, she quickly realized that even if the man was asleep, he was full of danger. Even if he stayed one second more, he would be in danger. It was better to leave quickly.

After taking a deep breath, she floated out of Lan Qing's room with a very light step, and then "whew" went back to her room. She quickly closed the door and gasped against the door, as if she would turn her eyes and suffocate to death if she took another step slowly.

I don't know why, she suddenly thought of Duan Yu in the martial arts movie "Tianlong Babu" she saw when she was a child. His Lingbo micro step once filled her eyes with admiration. Just now, her extremely light and fast pace should not be a little worse than that Lingbo micro step. Thinking of this, a smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.

Just after she realized that she was smiling, she suddenly remembered something. She quickly raised her hand and pressed her cold fingers on her lips.

Just now Lan Qing kisses the scene in her mind. It's like a DVD manually pressing the replay button. But, damn it, she can't find where the stop button is.

She walked to the huge crystal mirror in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her lips were as pink and attractive as April cherry blossoms after the heavy rain on Mount Fuji, with a little fresh and bright after the rain.

Lan Qing's cold lips with a touch of sweet whisky taste, beat her sensory nerve, his tongue tip on her lips a little bit, as if patiently tasting a delicious dessert, this kind of feeling intertwined in her mind, lingering for a long time.

In the middle of the sound, she shook her head as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt. She raised her hand, patted her forehead and swore in a low voice

"What on earth are you thinking about? If you can be drunk and frivolous, what position do you think you can have in his heart? But like all women, he doesn't see anything at all. "

With a handful of water in her hands, she finally woke up from the dreamlike scene.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked down at the red mark on his hand which was just pinched by the man. He said to himself in the mirror, "all this will pass. Three years will pass soon. By that time, you can get rid of this man completely and live the life you want, very soon."

That night, Li Qingning didn't close the curtain and let the moonlight pour out of the window.

She quietly nests in the soft big bed, holding the quilt, listening to the occasional insects outside the villa. In her mind, it's like a quick shot movie. Every scene of this day reappears in front of her eyes.

Lan Qing's eyes are always unfathomable. There is a boundless Dead Sea in his eyes, which is always calm but deep.

His eyes seem to have a lot of content, experienced a lot of unbearable things, but he buried all the pain in his heart, always with a pair of cold face to face everyone, always refuse people thousands of miles away.

In fact, he will also feel lonely.

It seems that he is able to handle the world with ease, but he must also have the kind of sadness that other people don't understand.

Gradually, Li Qingning felt more and more heavy eyelids. This night, she slept very well, with a small radian on her mouth.