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Nothing Matters, except YOU & ME

Chapter: 17

Because it is close to the base of the thigh, there is some warmth in the trouser pocket, but it does not make people feel offensive. Song Miao felt for a while, but did not touch the key, a layer of sweat first drenched on his forehead.

The man’s thigh texture is clear and tough, even if she has been extremely careful, she still can’t avoid contact.

She didn’t know if it was because of fever or shyness, her face was red at the base of her ears, and then she changed helplessly and continued looking for the keys. Because the distance there was farther and the direction was a bit wrong, Song Miao touched it several times. When he was so embarrassed that he was suffocating his breath, he finally touched the key.

I don’t know if it was her illusion, she felt that the man’s body seemed to be stiffer.

She took a deep breath, and then glanced at the handsome man who was indignant even with her eyes closed. Her face became hot. She couldn’t help but whispered when she thought of what Qin Xiaoxiao was chanting in her ears every day. If Qin Xiaoxiao knows everything about tonight, I guess I won’t be able to clean up after jumping into the Yellow River.”

After speaking, he picked up the key and inserted it into the keyhole, opened the door, and helped the man in.

The apartment is on the upper and lower floors. Song Miao has completely run out of energy. He simply put the person on the sofa, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked into the kitchen.

The refrigerator has a complete set of things. After Song Miao married Chu Shaoyan, in order to be a qualified wife, he learned various things in the kitchen, so he easily made a bowl of hangover soup and put it on the coffee table. superior.

Only then did she look at Huo Tianqing’s apartment.

It’s very clean and tidy, and it looks like a single man’s apartment. All the tones are a little dark, mainly black and white modern style.

In terms of details, Huo Tianqing’s private life is very healthy, there is nothing left by a woman, not even a long hair.

There are a lot of wealthy aristocrats in City B, and you can see from Chu Shaoyan and his gangsters how chaotic the private lives of these upper-class men are. In terms of status, it is difficult to see that Huo Tianqing is such an affectionate man.

She turned to look at the sleeping man on the sofa, her closed eyes covered the sharpness in her eyes together, and her whole face looked a lot softer. The angular features can even be described as exquisite, Song Miao couldn’t find a trace of flaws on them. Such a man would have a crush on a woman?

Song Miao shook his head. If he was awake, he wouldn’t let himself help him back.

She entered his bedroom, took out a soft quilt, and covered him.

Then sat down on the couch opposite Huo Tianqing.

Having just done this series of things, she was a little tired, thinking about taking a break and leaving.

But gradually, sitting became reclining, and reclining became… completely lying on the sofa.

When her consciousness gradually left, she had forgotten that this was not her home.

The living room is very quiet, only the quiet breath is faintly lingering, and the quietness is a little beautiful.

The man who had been keeping his eyes closed now slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were clear and cold but with a hint of indifference. He looked at the surrounding things calmly, and when his gaze reached the woman curled up in a ball on the opposite sofa and fell asleep, his eyes slowed down, and the corners of his mouth There are shallow arcs.

Gently got up, the soft covering on his body slipped off.

Putting the soft quilt aside, he walked straight to Song Miao’s sofa, only to find that her entire face was blushing abnormally, and her breathing was a little anxious.

Her face was slightly sinking, Huo Tianqing touched her forehead, which was a little frighteningly hot, and quickly hugged the person sideways.

Song Miao, who was sleeping, seemed to feel the warmth of her body, rubbed her small face against Huo Tianqing’s chest, and whispered sadly on her face, “…I love you so much…Why can’t you look at me more? …”

Holding the person in his arms tighter, Huo Tianqing pursed his lips, walked into the bedroom a few steps, put her lightly on the bed, looked at her again, turned around and took the phone out of the bedroom.

“Hey, it’s me…”

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