Qiulai thought he was going to prepare for something great, but Lu Li seriously pulled out his pillow and separated it in the middle. After doing it, he hurriedly dodged her gaze and lay down and retracted into the quilt: "I... I have never slept with anyone since I can remember, for fear of suppressing you."

The main reason is that he has to use a pillow to separate his restless heartbeat and body temperature and suppress his desire to move.

Xu Qiulai didn't understand Lu Li's painstaking efforts. When she invited Lu Li to bed, she was just afraid that he would freeze. Now Lu Li's disgust really hurt her. She turned over and turned off the lights, and said with her back to him: "Everyone has a quilt, are you still afraid that I will take advantage of you?"

Lu Li is really like a sage in the book in this regard. No matter how beautiful a girl is, Xu Qiulai, when she cannot get feedback from the person she likes, she can't help but have to have self-doubt. Is her facial features not as beautiful as her aesthetic points? Or is it that her body too thin can't attract him at all?

Other boys like her, the most decisive factor is their appearance and figure. Only Lu Li, Xu Qiulai is 100% sure that he likes him because of his personality and talent.

She still remembers clearly that when she first met Lu Li in a cool S suit, he looked so frightened that he would not avoid. Even though her original intention was to hope that the other party would love his soul, finding a boyfriend who could not get her skin was too frustrated and too wasteful of resources.

After turning off the light for a long time, Lu Li realized that the atmosphere was a little wrong, "Are you angry?"

Xu Qiulai closed his eyes, deliberately breathed evenly, pretending to be asleep and not talking.

Lu Li moved, and his hand carefully stretched into Xu Qiulai's quilt along the edge of the quilt, groping her hand, buckled her fingers, with a slight sense of sweat.

She shook it for a moment, but couldn't shake it away. She still couldn't hold back her curiosity: "Is it because I'm not good-looking enough?"

"Or not big enough?"

This...where is it?

Lu Li's cheeks were burning. Before she could catch up with Qiulai's jumping thoughts, she was already angry for two seconds of silence. She pulled off her pillow, turned over, and grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and asked: "Do you don't like me, do you like the plump type of Xiang Meng?"

"Don't be so close to me, I-" I can't control it anymore.

Before Lu Li could say the rest of his words, Xu Qiulai had already interrupted him, grabbed his collar, and bit the corner of his lips.

In the darkness, the soft lips were hard and hard. In the darkness, the bright eyes were full of vitality and stubbornness. The breath that blended with him slapped his cheeks, like a spark thrown down in front of the prairie fire, instantly burning all over his body and limbs. I don’t know where to use the endless force, so I could only hold the hem of the cotton skirt that she pinched her waist and tightened, clumsyly trying to regain the dominance of the attacking city.

"Are you still going to stay away from you now?" Xu Qiulai was panting and still had to be careful. "How far should you be from you? So - can you travel far?"

She spread Lu Li's collar and moved it back one foot.

"Is it enough? If it's not enough... can't you go so far?"

She moved one foot back.

The cold air that suddenly got into the quilt and the hot air of the body temperature blended. Lu Li was sweating heavily, his head was stagnant in a short circuit waiting for repair and tightened. Then, Xu Qiulai's straight question was thrown out again: "Have you never watched the movie since you were a child?"

boom!

The string was completely broken. Even in the darkness, he could imagine Xu Qiu's face was like a peach blossom, and his hazy eyes staring at him.

The hands that were shaking tightened together, and he suddenly brought the man back. After passing the strength, the distance was directly zeroed from two feet, and the man lay directly on his body and supported him on his shoulders.

In the darkness, the thin layer of fabric that separates the skin is useless.

"I thought you were really a saint." Xu Qiulai smiled proudly, dimples appeared and autumn waves were flying.

Which saint in the world can survive such temptation?

He straightened his jawline, raised his head and kissed her forehead, eyebrows, nose, and lips... His hot and heavy breathing hit every inch of her skin. He followed the arc downstream, but Xu Qiulai grabbed his hand: "Do I look good?"

"nice."

"What about it compared to Xiang Meng?"

"You don't have to compete with her," he paused for a moment, Lu Li's voice was hoarse, "You are better than anyone else in my heart."

It was like a swimming fish that had reached the familiar water temperature. Lu Li felt that he had never been as free as he was breathing. The air seemed to be filled with oxygen. Every breath reached the depths of his lungs. He clasped his fingers with her, kissed her neck, and then-

Xu Qiulai stopped, she stopped Lu Li's movements and whispered: "Listen, what's the sound..."

Lu Li grabbed her hand, tried to calm her breathing, and listened, "The door seemed to be ringing."

Indeed, the knocks were rhythmic.

Qiu Lai felt nervous, and hurriedly got off Lu Li, looked at the phone at the bedside, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

She quickly put on her coat and stood up. Within a minute, many thoughts flipped into her mind, "Who would knock on the door at this time today? Qiu Tian and I live here at all... Do you want to call the police?"

Lu Li held down her phone, "Maybe he came to me."

Lu Li was right. People were indeed looking for him. There were six or seven bodyguards opening the door. The only possibility he didn't expect was that the crowd would dodge and the end was his father.

He slowly stepped into the room with his cane.

The middle-aged man looked like a frosty face, with natural solemnity and majesty. He and Lu Li were vaguely similar between his eyebrows and eyes. From his expensive formal clothes to bow tie, leather shoes, and watches, they were all incompatible with this old-fashioned residential house worth dozens of square meters. He stood there, his eyes surrounded by the apartment that could be looked at by this glance, and finally said, "I went to your apartment first, but you are not here."

It’s okay if you don’t speak, but as soon as you open your mouth, it makes people stand up seriously and feel scared.

Anyway, Xu Qiulai had a little weak legs. She only wore a coat on her nightgown, and stood honestly on the back of her hands. This was the first time she encountered this kind of thing that she had been knocking on the door when she was sleeping in the same bed and was knocked on by her boyfriend's father halfway through.

"Just sleep here?" Lu's father pointed to the old three-seater sofa and looked up to ask his son, he had never seen such a shabby sofa in his life.

Lu Li just entered the bedroom and only brought a quilt, and the pillow and hot water bag were placed on the sofa.

Misunderstanding is a misunderstanding. It is better than knowing that two people sleep in a room. Qiu Lai winked his boyfriend hard, Lu Li could only bear it, swallow the words to his mouth, and change the words: "It doesn't matter where I sleep. So what do you want to do when you bring people to me at this point? You don't think I'm still like a teenager, and a few bodyguards can take me wherever I want, right?"

The sofa was very torn, and the edge of the handrail was still ignorant by Qiu Tian two years ago. At that time, she used a colored pen to draw a few hand-holding villains on the patent leather that could not be washed off, so that her son could sleep in such a place without heating. Even if Qiu Lai had good psychological qualities, she felt a little upset. Before she could think of how to explain, the man had already lifted the duvet and sat down in the middle of the sofa.

The style of painting is even more strange. Xu Qiulai felt that a man sat in his living room and became an international conference hall.

"You said I never wanted to spend a minute to get to know you, so I will spend time today to take a good look and understand what the life and future you like, yearn for, look like."

"I'm twenty-three years old. Now I'm here to find out, don't you think it's too late?" Lu Li still had a expressionless face and his voice was like ice chips. "This is someone else's home. It's about twelve o'clock. I'll bother you at this time. I'll ask you to have some basic politeness and respect. Let's end your whim visit now."

Lu's father looked at Xu Qiu with his eyes: "Do you mind?"

Xu Qiulai:...Does she dare?

"Please give me your wish, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Being able to escape from the battlefield, Xu Qiulai boiled the water at a speed of lightning speed, went back to the room to change into a neat set of clothes, tidied up his hair, and pricked up his ears throughout the journey and listened to the father and son fighting in the living room. Until he returned to the living room with tea, the father and son had already fought for 300 rounds.

"Please use it." She was dignified and was about to retreat to the side like a little maid, but was called by Lu's father. He raised his hand and immediately someone brought a chair, "Please sit down."

Xu Qiulai sat upright with his knees on his knees. It had been a long time since she was so nervous to face an elder.

Lu Li never mentioned family matters. She had heard rumors of catching up with her senior brothers, and only thought that his family was an ordinary nouveau riche with mines. This impression became coal mines and mine groups... and increased upwards, but she never expected that Lu Li's father had such a strong aura, and he did not look like the boss of a mine who started from scratch.

"You are Xu Qiulai."

"yes."

Qiu Lai's throat moved, feeling that this was no longer his home court, but his guest.
Chapter completed!