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Chapter 1809

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Qing'er was confused. What else could the photo be used for other than looking at it? It couldn't be used as firewood, could it?

But when she met the young man's burning eyes, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came to a sudden realization.

Qing'er's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief and shame.

"You …" She was furious and pushed him hard. "What are you thinking about instead of studying at such a young age?"

Ah Yao was pushed to the sofa by her, but he was not angry. He just coughed more violently. Of course, he was still laughing while coughing, which made Qing'er speechless.

"I've said it a few times … Ahem." He looked up and emphasized seriously, "I'm really not young!"

… This damn kid was still talking dirty.

Qing'er sneered, grabbed the pillow, and covered his face with it. "I can't see it!"

Although she said that, her eyes still couldn't help glancing at a certain part of the young man … Well, she couldn't see it at all in the bathrobe.

Qing'er retracted her gaze with some regret and got up to open the door. The room service bell had just rung.

Ah Yao took the pillow off his face and hugged it in his arms, still smiling.

Not long after, Qing'er returned to the living room with cold medicine and a takeaway fast food. She put the things in her hands on the coffee table and looked up to see the young man smiling at her. The joy from the bottom of his heart made his smile especially bright, and even his sickly appearance was reduced.

It had to be said that he was really good-looking.

Qing'er inexplicably felt a little hot on her cheeks. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. "What are you smiling at? Hurry up and take the medicine! "

"I'm very happy that sister Qing'er is so concerned about me." His slightly hoarse voice contained a hint of a smile, and he looked at her without blinking.

At that time, in order to take things out of the bag, Qing'er was squatting by the coffee table. Sitting on the sofa, Ah Yao was able to look down at her. With such a height difference, his burning eyes suddenly became a little more profound and gentle.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Qing'er only felt that her cheeks were even hotter, and her heart began to beat uncontrollably. A few seconds later, she angrily threw the cold medicine into his arms. "Eat it yourself! Go back to your room and sleep after eating it! "

With that, she got up to leave.

But this time, she did not succeed, because the young man suddenly grabbed her wrist, his voice still had a bit of unsteady laughter: "Sister Qing Er, can you accompany me again?"

Qing Er was tickled by the smile in his voice. On one hand, she was angry at herself for not living up to expectations, and on the other hand, she was angry at this brat for not respecting her elders … She felt that if this went on, her dignity as the elder sister would be completely lost.

So she coughed and said seriously, "I've been with you for so long, isn't it enough? I want to go next door to see Brother Yun Zheng … Ouch! "

Before Qing Er could finish speaking, a strong force came from her wrist, causing her to lose her center of gravity. She had no choice but to fall onto the sofa, and just like that, her entire body fell into Ah Yao's embrace. Qing Er was so angry that she immediately wanted to get up, but in the end, she was hugged by Ah Yao. The more she struggled, the tighter the brat's arms became.

She angrily raised her head, only to see that the smile on the youth's face had disappeared completely. Only a pair of black eyes were bright and threatening on his bloodless face.

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