Qingyu’s father was silent for a few seconds and said reluctantly:

"Even if that's the case, we shouldn't interfere. Qingyu has almost graduated from college. He is an adult and has the right to decide his own affairs."

Qingyu's mother sighed: "Although I say that, I still hope that they can wait until they are engaged, or at least meet their parents..."

This is what parents of girls have to worry about more than parents of boys.

I'm worried that she won't fall in love, and if she does fall in love, I'm worried that the relationship won't go smoothly. Now that the relationship is going smoothly, I don't want to see her living with her boyfriend.

Qingyu had no idea that her mother was so perceptive and had already understood everything. Except for the misunderstanding that she and Tingyun were already living together.

Qingyu wandered around the street for a while and bought some tangerines. He thought Tingyun had finished taking a bath, so he went back and knocked on the door.

Tingyun opened the door with one hand and wiped his hair with a towel in the other hand.

This look gives Qingyu an illusion.

It seemed that she was knocking on his own door. He had just finished taking a shower, wiping his hair and opened the door for her.

This illusion made her feel so warm.

She put the plastic bag containing the raked oranges on the table and ran to get the hair dryer: "Let me dry your hair."

With his hair so short, it doesn’t matter whether he blows it or not.

However, since she was willing to pamper him, of course he accepted and enjoyed it.

Qingyu is like a busy little wife.

First, he pulled a stool and placed it in front of the full-length mirror, and asked Tingyun to sit down. She stood behind him, turned on the hair dryer and blew his hair.

The slender fingers scratched his head, picking up the hair and letting the hot air dry them.

In winter, the hot wind blowing on the head is very comfortable, and it is even more comfortable to scratch her head with her little hands.

There is a comfortable tiredness that makes people want to sleep.

Sitting there facing the mirror, I didn’t have to do anything, just look at the sunshine and rain in the mirror.

She looked at his hair intently and moved her little hands dexterously.

That focused look, as if she was an artist and his hair was her work of art.

Just as she was thinking about it, the focused artist lost focus. She raised her head and smiled at him in the mirror.

He smiled back at her in the mirror.

The two people looked at each other in the mirror and smiled.

So sweet!

Tingyun really wanted her to blow him for a while, but his hair was too short and it dried after a while.

Qingyu stopped, turned off the hair dryer and put it aside, and proudly asked: "Let's see, how do you like it?"

Zingyun looked at the effect of her blowout. It was indeed different from what he usually did after washing his hair and letting it dry naturally. It was more stylish.

Tingyun nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, so handsome!"

Qingyu rolled her eyes at him in the mirror: "I asked you to praise me, but you praise yourself!"

Tingyun looked at her in the mirror and smiled: "I'm complimenting you. It's because of your good skills that I'm so handsome!"

Qingyu smiled and closed her eyes, turned around, picked up the plastic bag and put it on the table next to the sofa: "I bought tangerines, come here to eat."

Tingyun stood up and followed her, sitting next to her.

Qingyu washed her hands, peeled off a rake orange and handed it over.

The petals of the tangerine peel open like a petal, and in the middle is the full petal pulp.

Tingyun looked at the tangerine in her palm. He didn't pick it up, but opened his mouth with a smile: "Ah——"

Qingyu glanced at him with a smile: "You can't be so lazy, can you?"

As she spoke, she picked off a piece of fruit flesh and put it into his open mouth.

Tingyun closed his mouth and chewed with satisfaction.

Qingyu asked: "Is it sweet?"

Tingyun nodded with the pulp in his mouth: "Sweet, you can eat it too."

He also picked out a piece of fruit pulp and brought it to Qingyu's mouth.

The way he was eating and talking was very casual and a bit childish.

Looking back on his polite but cold demeanor when I first started chasing him, he was so completely different!

And she is the one who exclusively enjoys his gentleness, enthusiasm and childishness. She is so happy and proud!

Qingyu Yingying opened her lips slightly, took the pulp he handed over and chewed it gently: "It's very sweet."

Saying that, he fed Tingyun another petal.

The two of us ate three mandarin oranges one piece at a time.

"Okay, don't eat. You've eaten enough tonight. Don't overeat." Tingyun held Qingyu's hand as she was about to dial another one.

"Okay then." Qingyu threw the rake tangerine back into the plastic bag: "Brush your teeth and go to bed."

After a while, both of them finished washing and lay on the bed.

The clear rain is on the bed by the window, and the lingering clouds are on the other side by the door.

The bed allocation was decided by Tingyun. He slept on the side near the door, which had a sense of protection.

Pull out the quilt and cover it, look at the opposite side, Qingyu has also wrapped the quilt well, like a silkworm baby.

"Did I turn off the light?" Tingyun asked.

"Turn it off." Qingyu nodded.

Tingyun turned off the light with a snap, and the room became dark, but he left the small ceiling light outside the bathroom door and the lights in the bathroom on.

"Can you see it?" he asked Qingyu.

"Of course you can see it, you kept the light on!" Qingyu laughed.

"If you need to get up at night, there is a sensor light next to the bed. It will light up as soon as you sit up. If the brightness is not enough, just call me." Tingyun warned.

"Enough, the current brightness is enough." Qingyu replied with a smile.

"That's good, go to sleep, good night."

"Good night."

Tingyun closed his eyes and pulled up the quilt.

Not feeling very comfortable.

People in the north are used to heating their homes. In winter, the room is warm and dry. Sometimes it is too dry and you have to turn on a humidifier.

The winter in the south is damp and cold, and the quilt is also damp, which I am really not used to.

Cover it, it won’t feel comfortable if it sticks to your body. Don’t cover it, it’ll be cold.

At this time, I really long to stick to something that makes me feel comfortable. For example, Qingyu’s body...

If two people sleep together, they will be warm and comfortable.

Stop, stop thinking about it!

If Qingyu knew what he was thinking now, would he be disappointed in him?

Tingyun stopped himself from thinking about it any more and tried to empty his mind.

At this time, Qingyu also lifted the quilt once, and then again, and she felt uncomfortable.

I really want to crawl into Tingyun’s arms and cover him as a quilt.

Stop! How can a girl think about this?

Even if you just want to keep warm, it’s too unreserved!

What does Tingyunhui think of her?

The two of them each had the idea of ​​hugging each other for warmth, but neither of them dared to show it, so they restrained themselves and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Tingyun's biological clock woke him up on time.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Qingyu.

As expected, she did not sleep peacefully under the quilt.

The quilt had been pushed up to her waist, and her upper body was hanging out.

From his angle, he could see her beautiful shape wrapped in pajamas, rising and falling slightly with her breathing, which was very seductive.

Tingyun stood up, walked over and pulled out the quilt she was holding, pulling and tugging on it again to cover her up again.

I don’t know how long she has been like this.

Fortunately, she is in good health. Otherwise, if she likes to kick the quilt so much, she will catch a cold every day?

Pulling the quilt, covering up with the quilt, making quite a lot of noise, did not wake up Qingyu.
Chapter completed!