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12、Gardenia(2/2)

She had seen the kitchen on the first floor here before. It was fully supplied and had everything she needed. Even all kinds of cooking tools were fully prepared.

In fact, her little thought is very obvious. If Song Qishen says he can, then he can cook in the future, which would be great.

If he says he can't, the two of them can slowly learn together in the future.

It doesn't seem like a good thing if the two of us stop cooking and eat takeout for a long time.

Song Qishen originally had complicated thoughts tonight and felt inexplicably uneasy. He opened Baidu several times and searched a lot.

But because of Qianzhi’s sudden words, she asked about cooking.

Then of course.........

However, the little girl's eyes were bright, and her eyelashes were softened by the dim light.

Just keep staring at him.

Song Qishen paused for a moment, then responded calmly, "Of course... I will."

Qian Zhi laughed and said, "Then you can cook it for me in the future."

After saying that, she blinked and said, "Eating too much takeout is not good for your health."

After dinner, Song Qishen went to the study again as usual, but this time he didn't stay long and quickly returned to the second floor.

In fact, the two of them had a tacit understanding about tonight, but as if they had agreed in advance, no one took the initiative to mention it.

After getting a bath towel for Qian Zhi, Song Qishen knocked on the door and handed it to her, "You go and wash it first."

Qian Zhi paused and looked at the bath towel in his hand, with an unclear look in her eyes.

She pretended to be calm, said "Oh" softly, and entered the bathroom without looking back.

Because she ran away too fast and was too eager, Qian Zhi tried her best to steady her mind during this period. When she quickly walked forward in small steps, she even tripped herself and staggered forward.

When Kankan stabilized himself, Weiwei moved to the side again, and the shadow quickly disappeared.

Tsk.

Even the hair looks a little cute like this.

Seeing her running away in a panic, Song Qishen felt funny at first, then he picked up his pajamas and looked at the bathroom on the other side.

When the hot water poured down on him, Song Qishen's muscles were still tense and energetic.

It was clearly a cold night in winter, but in a constant-temperature room, he felt another extreme of the alternation of hot and cold.

This feeling swells in the heart, tightening and loosening, over and over again.

It seemed like it had touched the right spot, and it pinched the apex of his heart blankly.

Accurate, fast and without any hesitation.

Song Qishen raised his hand to push the wet hair from his forehead, and after a long time, he turned off the water.

When Qian Zhi walked out of the bathroom, Song Qishen was half leaning on the soft couch in the room.

My hair is semi-dry and it probably hasn’t been out for long.

Song Qishen originally lowered his eyes, but after hearing the movement, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Qian Zhi looked at the sky and the earth, left and right, but she just didn't look at him.

The slippers were dragged by her, making a dragging sound on the soft and luxurious carpet.

Perhaps because he had been watching for a long time, Qian Zhi stayed there for a long time, then walked towards the bed, lifted up a corner of the quilt, and got in silently.

Song Qishen raised his eyebrows, straightened up, and walked to her.

"I haven't spoken yet, are you afraid of this?" His voice was originally clear and clear, but every time he wanted to tease her, or when he deliberately lowered his voice, it sounded particularly sexy and nice, and he was naturally a little carefree.

Lazy smile.

It's just like.

It was as if he was her natural lover.

"Turn your face first and look at me." After Song Qishen finished speaking, seeing that Qian Zhi had not moved yet, he knelt on one knee on the edge of the quilt, close to her, "Don't you look at my brother?"

Song Qishen stared at the little girl's red earlobes with great interest and waited quietly, but to no avail.

He was not annoyed, but at this time, he was extremely patient.

"Dabao, drink a glass of milk first when you get up." After a long time, he spoke slowly.

Qian Zhi paused for a long time, finally turned around, and slowly sat up under Song Qishen's gaze.

After her grandparents passed away, no one called her that way again.

"How do you know the name Daibao?" Qian Zhi was confused, but she still remembered asking him this question.

When she was a child, she was lively, but she was a bit naive in doing things, and was cheated out of many lollipops by children of the same age.

Ever since my grandparents found out about her, they love to call her that.

But when she came back to the compound later, everyone called her Zhizhi, which sounded nice and familiar. She thought it was pretty good and didn't resist.

Song Qi looked at him with deep eyes, but did not give a specific explanation, "I know more."

Qianzhi waited for a long time and did not continue to ask. She took the milk from his hand and drank it.

It's different from the previous ones. This time, it tastes like brewing.

It has a hint of blended creamer, which is her favorite.

"Are you ready to drink?"

"Um."

Song Qishen turned off the headlight and only turned on the lone wall lamp in front of the bed.

The dim light was very weak, making people's faces feel warm and everything was blurred.

Qian Zhi noticed Song Qishen putting down his cup in the silence of the room, and gently knocked on the bedside.

Qianzhi's heart was beating wildly, and she felt as if the thin bedding was electrified, crackling and burning all the way.

If time and space could be transferred, she really wanted to teleport back to the dormitory immediately.

Then, without letting her think about it, what came over was Song Qishen's breath.

"Don't be afraid, brother is here."

He followed, the words piled up in his ears, all with panoramic stereo sound.

The last thing Qian Zhi felt was the sound of the bedside table being pulled open.

The moon rises and the stars move.
Chapter completed!
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