A strange thought flashed in Xu Qiao's heart, but this thought was soon overwhelmed by Cheng Lang's warm lips and tongue.

She could no longer think, and her body sank with the soft sofa, and her hands were holding his bathrobe weakly - and she became dizzy again.

However, Cheng Lang seemed to have gradually grasped the measure, and he breathed her from time to time, whispering to her: "Open your mouth and breathe."

His voice came into her ears like a chaotic water. She did it in a confused state.

Cheng Lang survived the most uncomfortable period of illness, from desperate invasion to gradually slowing down the pace, and was divided into thoughts to comfort her.

His kiss became delicate, and as he tossed and turned, his thumbs rubbed her cheeks over and over again, like silent love words.

Xu Qiao was pleased by these small movements and hooked his neck.

Cheng Lang's arms, which were holding her waist, tightened slightly, and asked her in a short distance, "You're the one?"

He was inviting her to take the initiative.

"No..." Xu Qiao turned his head away by his hot eyes.

Cheng Lang gently sucked her lower lip and said with a smile: "Then I'll continue."

"Do I have such a good kiss?" Xu Qiao raised his hand to block him, his eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of mist of water and blurred mist. The remarks he asked were like intimate resentment.

"Yes." Cheng Lang answered and kissed deeply.

He knew this was a bit insatiable, but he was really not sure when the next time would be.

The various indexes of physical condition often slowly improve after reaching an unbearable limit. Now he has finally survived the most difficult moment and his symptoms are relieving. He does not want to miss this opportunity.

And Xu Qiao obviously couldn't refuse him.

After all, it is pleasant to see a man crazy about himself, especially when she finds that she likes him very much.

The stars outside the window were lonely, and the floor lamps in the house emitted a dim light. They were wet each other endlessly on the sofa, as if it was not dawn.

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The next morning, when Xu Qiao woke up, her head was filled with the scene of last night like a movie.

She couldn't remember how long the two of them had kissed each other, but she vaguely remembered that she couldn't sit still and she slid down. Cheng Lang simply lay down and hugged her in his arms. Then they started to talk about the itinerary of the next day. As he was talking, he suddenly kissed her emotionally again, and then intermittently, maybe two or three hours, or more.

The two men who should have rested early due to the jet lag were so sleepy that they were stimulated by hormones. When the night in London came, she shouted that she was sleepy, and Cheng Lang finally took her back to the room.

She was so troubled that she fainted when she was touched by the pillow. Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to notice that he had gently cast a comforting kiss on her forehead.

Xu Qiao pulled the quilt up and covered her face, and kicked her feet shyly.

After kicking for a while, she glanced at the rising sun outside the gauze curtain, got up gently and opened the door.

The living room was quiet and empty, and the door to the bedroom opposite was also wide open. Cheng Lang should be out.

Yesterday, Zhang Hongjun told him to go to coax his angry grandfather early this morning, so the two acted separately during the day: he went to pick up his grandfather, and she made an appointment with Yu Jin, who came from Milan, to exchange works with seniors from the local jewelry association.

The communication time was in the afternoon. Before that, she had a private plan that she had hidden from Cheng Lang - first let Yu Jin accompany her to pick gifts for Cheng Lang's family.

Xu Qiao spent the busy schedule in her head and did not dare to waste time. She got up and walked to the bathroom to wash.

When I was about to brush my teeth, I looked up and was frightened by the person in the mirror and took three steps back.

Her mouth is swollen!

Xu Qiao looked at his thin lips that were so tender that he could pinch out of water in disbelief. It was as thick as a circle like a perverted spicy crayfish, and the color was red.

"Cheng Lang, you are a pervert-!" Xu Qiao's shout made the house tremble, and he turned around and picked up his cell phone and dialed his phone.

"Awaken?" The phone was answered in seconds, and Cheng Lang's voice sounded a kind of "after-the-fact" gentleness.

But this is useless.

"Dog! Are you a dog? I'm disfigured!" Xu Qiao stomped his feet and cursed.

Cheng Lang just received his grandfather, and was so excited that he took his phone away by the shocking shouts of ghosts and gods. After turning the volume, he moved the receiver to his ear again: "Where did you break the picture?"

Xu Qiao faced the mirror weakly and said decadently: "My mouth is swollen..."

Cheng Lang was stunned for a moment, as if he was surprised: "Is it swollen?"

When he brought her back to the room last night, the lights were dim, so he really didn't pay attention. Before going out this morning, he did not enter her room to avoid waking her up.

"It's all swollen like a trumpet flower!" Xu Qiao pulled her hair with tears in her eyes, "What should I do? I have to go out to meet people!"

"Don't worry, take a photo first, I'll take it to ask the doctor."

"?" He was going to ask the doctor with a close-up of her mouth - what should I do if I kissed my girlfriend like this? Waiting online is very urgent?

And this doctor is probably Song Mian...

"You dare! You must show it to others. From now on, I will walk on my Yangguan Road and you will cross your single-plank bridge!"

After a brief silence, Cheng Lang thought for a while and said, "I am not considering it carefully, so please show me if it is okay? I judge whether the problem is serious or not. If you don't need medical treatment, I will ask the front desk to give you a mask. You wear a mask and go out today and say you have a cold. Is this okay?"

"What do you think of wearing a mask to communicate? Forget it, I'll cover myself with makeup, what's the use of asking you, a boyfriend!" She angrily slapped the phone, "Hang it!"

After washing up and having breakfast, Xu Qiao sat down in front of the makeup mirror, using eighteen martial arts to save his beauty.

"Portuguese" is of course an exaggeration, but relying solely on makeup to cover up a trace is also a technical job.

Xu Qiao spent more than an hour on makeup, and half of it was wasted on this mouth.

During this period, Cheng Lang sent some medical instructions and asked the front desk to send masks and external and internal medicines.

But Xu Qiao had just covered her mouth with all her eyes. She really didn't want to apply lipstick and concealer again. She left the external medicine on the table without moving, and only took the internal medicine. It seemed that it was a vitamin tablet that could be taken without illness, which was used to reduce fire.

She turned to find the kettle, and when she found it on the living room coffee table, her eyes flashed and saw several wrinkled tissues piled in the trash can by the sofa last night.

She had never used tissues in the living room, and her first reaction was strange: What did Cheng Lang wipe? Using so much paper?

Could it be that he solved his physiological problems after kissing her?

Xu Qiao jumped far away and looked at the trash can with disgust, his heart beating wildly.

Then she jumped and rejected the guess again.

Isn't it too urgent to solve the problem in the living room?

She picked up the kettle and poured water, and suddenly remembered something.

Oh, is it sweat?

Speaking of which, he did sweat a lot last night, and it was twice in a row, once after carrying her who was asleep upstairs, and once after kissing her on the sofa.

Alas, why does this man sweat so much every time he is intimate with her?

This was the case when I hugged her at home before, and it was the case when I held her hands in the cinema.

Is her charm so great that it makes people so excited?

Yu Jin sent a message saying that she had arrived at the hotel lobby. Xu Qiao hurriedly changed into high heels and went downstairs. She was holding a puzzled question about Cheng Lang, and after meeting her, she seemed a little absent-minded.

Before Yu Jin met her, she heard her tell her that she would go to the mall to pick gifts for Cheng Lang's family today. She thought she was worried about this, and after a few greetings to each other, she began to enlighten her and teach her some experience of going to her boyfriend's house for the first time.

Because buying gifts was hidden from Cheng Lang's itinerary, Xu Qiao told the driver that she wanted to date the little sister alone, and then took a taxi with Yu Jin to the mall.

Along the way, she listened to Yu Jin's experience with all her heart, but she felt something was wrong in her heart.

I have never seen a pig run, and at least I have eaten pork. She knows that men may sweat when they are moved, but they should not be sweating pale and coldly.

Cheng Lang's sweaty head was a bit like the day when he was taking a sightseeing bus at school.

That is an unusual pathology.

Moreover, he seemed unwilling to be discovered by her.

Whether it was last night or in the cinema a while ago, he always blinded her eyes, or used other topics to divert her attention when she asked questions.

Whether it is at school or she accidentally scratched and hurt her in the apartment on New Year's Eve, he always avoided medical treatment and always insisted that he was fine.

Many fragmented scenes that didn't feel were wrong at the time were combined together in my heart, and it seemed that all proved that Cheng Lang had a physical problem, and it was not a day or two.

When Xu Qiao thought of this, his heart was pounding extremely quickly, and many bad thoughts of heaven and earth breaking out appeared in his head.

He won't have any terrible terminal illness...

After arriving at the mall, Yu Jin saw that her face was not very good and asked her what was wrong.

She was really uneasy and made excuses to say that she was having sex with her period and was not very comfortable, so she went to the bathroom.

Yu Jin found a lounge to wait for her.

Xu Qiao's hands were shaking when he walked into the bathroom. He picked up his mobile phone in the compartment to search for the relevant condition.

Kidney deficiency? She shook her head and just kissed and hugged her hands and would not be as weak as that.

Myocardial ischemia? She shook her head again. The timing of the disease is not right.

Sweat gland disease? She shook her head again. His symptoms were accompanied by rapid breathing and his face turned pale.

Xu Qiao felt that the keywords entered may be because the keywords entered are not accurate enough, and the scope of the answer is too large.

She described Cheng Lang's specific symptoms and timing of onset in detail, searched again, and then a noun that she had only seen in the novel of Mary Sue in adolescence jumped out - phobia.

Feminophobia?

Xu Qiao subconsciously prepared to shake his head for the fourth time, and suddenly stopped halfway.
To be continued...