Chapter 385 Two Photos
As soon as he went to the bathroom, Liu Wangxue's face suddenly started to burn again.
The clothes I just changed into when I was washing were exactly the same as last night. They were so wet that I couldn’t wear them anymore.
Alas, she sighed in her heart. Xu Qingsong was also true. When he was in Zhouzhuang, he said that he would wait until he came back. When he confessed his love, he said that he wanted to be in "a place that only belongs to you and me." Now he said that he wanted "a sense of ceremony." ".
Don’t tell me the location, but at least tell me the time? Otherwise, when will this kind of life end?
So she went back to the room and got a pair, changed them and threw them into the underwear washing machine.
By the way, she suddenly thought of a couple's sweatshirt, so she went back to the room and took her own piece, threw it into the washing and drying machine, washed it, and wore it when she went to find him tomorrow.
Technology makes life easier. Just wash it. She doesn’t need to worry about the rest. She can just take it out when she gets up early tomorrow morning.
Liu Wangxue returned to the room happily. Xiaoci was already curled up beside her pillow, and the other two were already asleep.
She folded Xu Qingsong's white shirt and planned to put it on the bedside.
"To comfort the pain of lovesickness," she said.
Over and over again, the heart began to move again.
Liu Wangxue shook his shirt open again, and the smell of cedar in the perfume filled the air again. She held it and put it on her nose, thinking, if it doesn't work again, she will give up and let Xu Qingsong plan and arrange it as she pleases.
As soon as he thought of it, Liu Wangxue stood up, took off his pajamas and put on a white shirt.
After buttoning, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, looked at it, and raised my hand to unbutton the top two buttons. Then he looked at it from the front and side, raised his hand to remove one, and pulled the collar outward a little.
Well, satisfied.
She walked back to the bed, picked up Xiaoci who was nestled on the pillow and his eyes were following her movements, and whispered: "My dear, please cooperate, let's take a photo."
After saying that, I took my phone, hugged the cat and returned to the full-length mirror, squatted down, struck a pose, and clicked to take a photo in front of the mirror.
After taking the photo, she opened it and looked at it, then enlarged it and looked at it, feeling very satisfied.
Putting Xiaoci back on the bed, she also lay down on it, holding up her phone and taking another selfie with her face covered.
After covering myself with the quilt, I opened the chat box with Xu Qingsong and clicked to send the two photos respectively.
It was really cold outside. When Xu Qingsong gave Liu Wangxue a pair of pajamas, Liu Wangxue asked him the time and place. He stamped his feet and urged her to go back quickly. Firstly, he didn’t want to say it, and secondly, he really wanted to of cold.
When Liu Wangxue came down the stairs, he quickly returned to the house with three steps and two steps at a time.
Close the door and lights in the living room, then take off the sweatshirt, remove the tag, and throw it into the washing and drying machine.
I have the same idea as Liu Wangxue, wear it tomorrow.
I lay down on the quilt, turned off the light, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Liu Wangxue's face, with various expressions and appearances.
Xu Qingsong thought, why not advance the plan? He wants to take her home as soon as possible and marry her back as soon as possible. He felt that this was the first time in his life that he had such a firm and impatient plan for another person.
This is already considered impulsive for him.
If it were in the past, he would definitely not think so. They had only known each other for half a year - no, to be precise, it had only been half a year since Liu Wangxue had known him. He had known Liu Wangxue for more than a year. ——It only took a few months from having a crush on her to seriously liking her, and it took just two days after confessing to officially being together.
Xu Qingsong turned over and couldn't help but smile.
Why is it like this? He thought, why do you become more impulsive as you get older?
In the past, even in college, when he was the most impulsive, he could stay rational and weigh the pros and cons. Later, when he went to graduate school, worked, and got along with his second girlfriend, he was also like this.
What is different this time?
Xu Qingsong thought that maybe his mood has changed in the past two years. He is still the same person, but his way of looking at things and his understanding of life have changed.
Also, I really like Liu Wangxue. I like her so much that I want to be with her all the time. I like her so much that I want to marry her home and love her forever.
This feeling is sudden, but turbulent and surging.
Xu Qingsong wanted to have a Doraemon right now and pressed the fast forward button on time. No, he was reluctant to fast forward. He wanted to experience every day with Liu Wangxue and live each day seriously. Every minute and every second.
While I was thinking this, the mobile phone on the bedside table lit up. He took it over and saw that it was Liu Wangxue's message.
Swipe open the lock screen and click into the dialog box. With just one glance, he suddenly sat up and uttered the first foul language in his life: "Fuck!"
Not only does the brain respond, but the body also responds.
Xu Qingsong swallowed the nonexistent saliva, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably when he clicked on the photo.
Liu Wangxue was wearing his white shirt, just a white shirt, squatting sideways in front of the mirror. She was holding the cat in her left hand and holding her mobile phone in her right hand. The sleeves of her shirt were a bit long, with only a little of her fingertips exposed.
I don’t know how many buttons have been opened, and the collar hangs loosely on the shoulders, forming a deep V. The line is propped up in an arc and extends to the body of the fat cat in my arms.
Further down, the hem of the shirt barely covers the legs...
Below the photo is the message she sent: [Baby likes your perfume]
For the first time, Xu Qingsong had an emotion called "jealousy" towards this cat. He swore that if it didn't Holding Liu Wangxue's neck, if its head hadn't been pressed into the hollow of her neck, if its fat belly hadn't been pressed against the curve...
Xu Qingsong wiped his face and moved. Move your legs, he thought, which "good boy" is this? Whose "good baby" is this? She was really good at talking, and she could make puns so smoothly and blatantly seduced him.
Before he could think of how to reply, Liu Wangxue sent another photo and message.
It’s over, this time it’s completely gone.
He felt that the frequency of his heartbeat should have increased to another level. He didn't even need to click on the photo, but somewhere had already begun to swell.
Still wearing a baggy and lazy white shirt, Liu Wangxue blocked her eyes with one hand, raised her neck and tilted her face slightly, the lines of her collarbone were clearly visible, and there was a pair of extremely sweet lips at the corners of her upturned lips. Dimples.
Pure.
Desire.
No man can resist this sex appeal.
No matter how strong Xu Qingsong's determination was, he was still defeated at this moment.
The key is that Xiaoci’s fat cat is nestling next to her neck again!
Xu Qingsong felt that the jealousy in his heart was about to turn into reality. Tomorrow he must catch the cat, hold it in his arms, and give it a hard rub, otherwise it would be difficult to express the anger in his heart. fire.
The message under the photo is: [I wore it to sleep, good night]
Don’t worry about the fire in your heart, the fire of desire is killing you now.
Xu Qingsong saved the two photos in the previous private album, then lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom with his mobile phone.
Although Liu Wangxue sent a message saying "good night", he didn't sleep after sending it. He picked up his phone to take a look from time to time.
Five minutes passed with no reply.
Ten minutes have passed and there is still no reply.
Twenty minutes have passed and there is still no reply.
She thought, could it be that she had already fallen asleep?
Forget it, she is sleepy too, go to sleep and watch again tomorrow morning.