Time went forward a little, and when there was a slight sound of Qiu Ji falling to the ground, Kong Ming'an, who was leaning close, paused almost imperceptibly. His eyes turned slightly sideways, as if he glanced in the direction of the door, Kong Ming'an: "*--
Forgot to turn off the permissions of Qiu'er..
Looking at Qiu Ji's figure who was not running quickly, Kong Ming'an's eyes changed. He thought for a moment, then looked at the girl who was close at hand, and was about to speak, "Gu Yue, just now..."
Before he finished speaking, Gu Yue underneath her seemed to have noticed his distraction and frowned dissatisfied. Her originally hazy black eyes with tears opened a slit, stretched out her arms, and wrapped her arms around his neck somewhat domineeringly. She pulled him down slightly, then raised her head actively and blocked his unfinished words with her own lips. Kong Ming'an: "Huh...?"
After a brief pause, Gu Yue breathed unsteadily and said in a daze, "... continue."
The voice was urging, as well as a hint of indulging confusion.
After that, she kissed him again regardless, as if to take back all his attention.
Gu Yue: What are you talking about? Feed me first.
Kong Ming'an lowered his eyes and looked at his closed eyes, the ends of his eyes were red. Not long ago, he was gritting his teeth and closing his eyes to death without making a sound to protest him. Now he took the initiative to go too far. Dragon King Miss, his eyes were helpless for a moment. Who is eating whom? How come you eat the marrow and know the taste first, and you are addicted first?
He sighed softly in his heart, and put aside the Qiu'er matter for the time being. As for now... let's deal with the Dragon King Miss in his arms...
Thinking about it, his hand touched Dragon King Miss's waistline again, and the alternating touch of Dragon Scale and fair skin hit him again.
On the other side, Qiu'er's room,--
Qiu'er leaned against the closed door, slowly slid down to the carpet, hugged her knees tightly with her hands, and buried her face deeply in it. Her body was still trembling slightly, and her long golden hair fell from her shoulders, covering the tips of her ears and neck that were so red that they were almost smoking. In her mind, the thrilling picture was played over and over uncontrollably, frozen, and zoomed in. Mistress Sister It was completely different from the usual coldness. The look on his face, the guy's focused and at ease posture... every detail was frighteningly clear, "They... are... really... in..." she repeated unconsciously, her voice muffled in her knees, with a strong sense of disbelief and confusion. It was clear that when they left last night, the atmosphere between the two was still so tense, and they looked like they might break up and start a fight at any time! Why did things develop to this point after one night?!
What happened during the time she was away?!
Qiu'er tried hard to recall every detail of last night, trying to find clues, but found nothing. However, a certain detail that she had ignored suddenly emerged at this moment. Mistress Sister's expression at that time was not so much one of resistance or compulsion, but...
"Mistress Sister seems... not resisting at all, and even... enjoying it?" Qiu'er murmured to herself, with a hint of trance and sadness in her voice that she was not even aware of. This realization made her Her heart felt inexplicably, and the images in her mind kept flashing back and filling her mind. She wanted to suppress it, but she was at a loss. She could only bury her face deeper, as if this could isolate the images that kept flashing back in front of her eyes and made her heart beat out of order. She didn't know how many times had passed. For a long time, Qiu'er took several deep breaths and managed to calm down a little. She stood up, walked to the bed with some staggering, lay down on her side, stretched out her hands to hug a soft pillow tightly, and not long after, she lay down straight again, and the pillow Holding it with one hand, the pair of always bright and proud red eyes were staring at the ceiling blankly, their eyes were empty and lifeless, and the mind was still muddy. Time passed slowly, and I don't know how long it had passed. At a certain moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, "Knock, knock."
Qiu'er suddenly came back to reality, her body trembled slightly, and she almost jumped up from the bed. She hurriedly sat up, patted her still hot cheek, took a deep breath, tried to make her voice sound normal, and then cautiously said, "... Who?"
"Qiu'er, it's me." Bi Ji's gentle voice came from outside the door.
Bi Ji Aunt?
Qiu'er breathed a sigh of relief, but then became a little nervous. She quickly got out of bed, walked to the door, straightened her expression and slightly messy clothes again, and then opened the door. Outside the door, Bi Ji was wearing an emerald-colored long skirt, with a warm temperament. Wan was looking at her with a smile, but there was a trace of unnoticeable concern and inquiry deep in her eyes, "Aunt Bi Ji." Qiu'er called, turning sideways to let her in, "Why are you here? Is... what's the matter?"
Bi Ji walked into the room and sat down on the sofa. His eyes fell softly on Qiu'er. He did not answer immediately, but looked at her carefully for a moment before speaking softly, "Qiu'er, I came here because I want to talk to you."
"Let's talk?" Qiu'er sat down opposite her, feeling a little nervous, "Yeah." Bi Ji nodded, his tone was still gentle, but the topic was straight to the point, "Let's talk about what happened between you and that Kong President, and... the Lord's affairs."
Qiu'er's body froze instantly, and the heartbeat that had just barely calmed down accelerated again out of control. Bi Ji, Auntie, what do you know?
Bi Ji looked at Qiu'er, but he caught the fleeting stiffness and panic in Qiu'er's eyes. He suddenly understood in his heart that he seemed to have come to the right place. This child really had something hidden in his heart.
After a moment of silence, Bi Ji thought for a moment, then spoke slowly, with a soothing tone in his voice. "Qiu'er, the relationship between the Lord and that Kong President seems to be very unusual?"
Qiu'er pursed her lips and did not answer. She just twisted her fingers together unconsciously. However, this silent reaction was already the answer for Bi Ji. Bi Ji sighed in her heart. It was indeed the case. She considered the words and continued to speak softly. The voice said, "Qiu'er, the Lord has a noble status and powerful strength. If she is interested in Kong President and takes the initiative to... take action, I am afraid that it will be difficult for anyone in this world to resist. "You don't have to feel sad because of this, or feel that you are inferior..."
"No, wait!" Qiu'er raised his head and interrupted Bi Ji's words. His red eyes were wide open, with a bit of confusion, "Aunt Bi Ji, what are you talking about? Why is the Lord together with that guy? What... the Lord takes the initiative?"
Bi Ji was stunned by her question. Looking at Qiu Ji's reaction, why did it seem that it was different from what she understood?
"Qiu'er, aren't you in a low mood because the Lord and Kong President might be together?" Bi Ji asked tentatively.
"I..." Qiu'er was speechless and her face turned redder. The reason for her depression was more complicated, but part of it was indeed, but according to Aunt Bi Ji...
Qiu'er paused. She caught the key word in Bi Ji's words, initiative?
Could it be... last night, no, even from the very beginning, from that contract a long, long time ago...
Everything was actually initiated by Mistress Sister?