Chapter 142

Therefore, it's almost impossible for Qiulan to sit and sleep honestly in the bumpy carriage, instead of staggering.

Qiulan originally fell asleep by the back. When he fell asleep, his upper body began to tilt to the side, which leaned against Wen Ziqing's body.

Wen Ziqing is always half asleep and half awake. Even if he is asleep, he always sleeps very lightly.

A sudden weight on his shoulder made him wake up.

Wen Ziqing subconsciously wants to get rid of the weight, but when he looks to his side, his heart beats half a beat, and he doesn't do anything.

Qiulan's head is on his shoulder, and his naturally drooping arm is also close to him.

Breathing is very gentle, motionless, as if already asleep.

Wenziqing in the heart to do a struggle, trying to bear the discomfort of the shoulder, did not do a dream of Qiulan push away.

The carriage went to a bright place. In the dark, Qiulan's sleeping face appeared in front of Wen Ziqing's eyes.

Qiulan's skin is white and delicate, just like the first-class suet jade. People want to touch it.

Long eyelashes droop, such a sleeping face gives people a quiet, lovely, clever feeling.

From Qiulan at this time, Wen Ziqing could not find the usual arrogant and wayward person's shadow.

Wen Ziqing couldn't help looking at Qiulan in the light.

The appearance of this woman is different from that of every woman he has ever seen. On close observation, the edges and corners of her face are similar to those of men, which makes her face feel indistinguishable from men.

In addition, compared with other women, this woman's voice is also low.

But in Wen Ziqing's opinion, Qiulan's appearance is better than anyone else's, and her voice is more beautiful than anyone else's.

Because Qiulan is an absolutely special existence for him.

At this time Qiulan may be to keep the posture of crooked head lack, eyes did not open, in sleep to head away from wenziqing body, slightly back.

After Qiulan did not move again, Wen Ziqing turned his head and gazed at Qiulan's delicate face with bold eyes. He reached out and wanted to touch her soft face.

It must feel good.

Wen Ziqing's finger is still a little short of touching Qiulan's face, but at this time, the wheel of the carriage seems to have run over the stone, and the carriage bumps violently.

Wen Ziqing's body is not stable. He leans toward Qiulan and puts his hands down consciously, as if he can hold something to keep balance.

Then, Wen Ziqing suddenly pressed a soft place between Qiulan's legs, and quickly drew back his hand. His body froze and his mind was blank.

After such a big jolt, or wenziqing that is not very light, Qiulan wake up, vaguely open his eyes.

"What..." Qiulan didn't seem to understand what just happened, just mumbled a word.

Wenzi light way: "probably is the wheel rolled to the stone." At ordinary times, Wen Ziqing disdained to accept this sentence, but now, as if he answered, he could prove that he had done nothing.

Qiulan sends out a syllable with unknown meaning, and then closes her eyes again. It seems that she hasn't slept enough.

Wen Ziqing breathed a long sigh of relief, but soon he became nervous again.

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