What should I do if I look too fierce?

Fool.

Looking at Aokiji who was sleeping soundly, Qiong sat on the edge of the bed, gently stretched out his always cold hand, and gently stroked his still hot cheek.

Si's face is smoother than expected.

Qiong stared blankly at Aoki Si, who fell into a deep sleep at this time. Aoki Si, who was frowning slightly because of discomfort, no longer had the mature and calm expression of the past. Seeing his clear outline but still a hint of childishness, Qiong realized for the first time that Aokiji was just a boy who was not yet underage.

In the past, his every move was very mature, and his tone was like an adult, which almost made Qiong completely forget about it - but in terms of age, Aokiji was only one year older than her, and he was still only a seventeen-year-old boy.

At this time, perhaps because Qiong Bing's cold little hands on his face made him feel comfortable, Aokiji slightly relaxed his brows in his sleep, and instinctively stretched his face in the direction of Qiong, as if he was coquettishly acting coquettishly.

Qiong, who had never seen Aokiji like this before, couldn't help but smile.

Am I too willful? Qiong moved in the direction of Aoki Si. There was almost only a quilt between his body and Aoki Si. He could even feel Aoki Si's body rising and falling with his breathing.

Qiong's hand caressed his cheek, hesitated for a moment, then quietly lowered his head like a thief, and gently placed his little head on his heart. Aokiji's heartbeat was steady and powerful, a sense of security that was very similar to what he had felt from his father when he was a child, making Qiong couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Si, are you having a hard time every day? Qiong lay on his body, smelling Aokiji's unique faint scent. She couldn't tell what the scent was, but she liked it very much.

Yes, Si just lost his dependent father two weeks ago. How could he be as calm as he showed? Qiong's eyes looked a little guilty. She raised her head from Aokiji's chest and looked at him with some confusion: Does he often feel like he is alone in the whole world?

No, at least I still have my parents to rely on. Si is the real person, right? When Qiong thought about how he had deliberately neglected and even distanced himself from Aoki Si before, he could feel the heart-wrenching sadness with his own heart: Si. must be very hurt by this, right?

Am I special to Si? Qiong murmured to himself in a low voice, speaking out all the words that he was usually embarrassed to say in one breath when Si Aoki was asleep.

Does Si usually feel lonely? Qiong stood up slowly, moved forward, and moved her face to Aoki Si's cheek. Even the tiny pores on Aoki Si's cheek were clearly visible in her eyes.

Will Si be sad because of my estrangement? Qiong lowered his head slightly, pressed his cold forehead against Aoki Si's, and gradually felt that his cold forehead also became warmer: But Si, what makes you act so strong?

Why are you so kind to me? Qiong's silver hair hangs down and falls on the side of Aoki Si's face. The tip of his nose and lips can even feel the hot airflow when Aoki Si breathes. His cheeks are filled with confusion in his mind. She blushed slightly at the thought.

Is it because you treat me like an ordinary sister? Qiong slowly lowered his face, and the tip of his nose touched Aokiji's.

Is it still as precious as Si. in my eyes?

He closed his eyes, his trembling eyelids revealing Qiong's restless heart. One of her hands was still on Aokiji's face, but the other hand unconsciously tightened the hem of her skirt. With a slight exertion, the two jelly-like lips moved downwards and slightly touched Aokiji's face. He didn't know where he touched, but he felt as if an electric current suddenly shot through his body. He raised his head in panic and found that Aokiji was motionless. Qiongcai breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight.

Wet the cooled towel again and place it on Aoki Tsukasa's forehead. Qiong smiled lightly, like a little girl who had stolen candy, innocent and happy.

He stretched out his finger and tapped Aoki Si's cheek. Qiong looked at Aoki Si gently: I'm sorry, I did this without your consent.

But if you don't say anything, I'll assume you don't mind. Qiong looked at Aoki Si, who was still asleep and motionless, and nodded to himself: It's fine if you don't mind.

Qiong stood up, picked up the basin with both hands, staggered downstairs, filled another basin of hot water for Aokiji and put it up.

She began to repeatedly put a towel on Aokiji's head and changed the water four or five times. It was not until Aokiji's body temperature gradually stabilized an hour later that she stood up tiredly and prepared to leave.

Before closing the door, looking at Aoki Si sleeping soundly, Qiong said softly with a complicated expression: Idiot. Sweet dreams.

After closing the door, silence returned to Aokiji's room.

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I don't know how long it took before Aokiji opened his eyes in a daze. He felt that his throat was dry as if it was about to burn, and his head was still very dizzy. Perhaps it was the fatigue and mental stress of the past few days that all burst out at this moment. He only felt that his strong body was as fragile as paper.

It's no wonder that Aokiji not only gets up at five or six in the morning to make lunches, but also boxing at night and reads when he gets home until twelve o'clock before going to bed. He had to continue practicing various skills in the dream training room while sleeping, further squeezing the limited sleep time. Two days a day is fine, but after a week or two, the burden on the body is indeed quite large.

After forcing himself to sit up, Aokiji saw a cup of steaming warm water on the desk next to him.

After being stunned, Aokiji slowly put a smile on his lips, reached out to take the water glass, and brought it to his mouth. After taking a sip, the water temperature was just right. I don’t know if Qiong did it by chance or put in the effort.

After drinking all the water in the glass, my throat, which was so dry that it was smoking, finally felt better. Aokiji found his cell phone and saw that the time on it was already six-thirty in the evening.

Damn it, Qiong hasn’t eaten for a whole day!

Aokiji stood up hurriedly, opened the door, and walked down the stairs holding on to the wall.

There was a light on in the kitchen, and the sound of something cooking could be heard. Aokiji looked in surprise and saw that Qiong had silver hair tied into twin tails and was wearing a white dress and pajamas. Outside of the pajamas, he also wore an apron that Aokisi usually used for cooking.

She stood slightly on her tiptoes, struggling to stir the porridge in the pot with a spoon. The two pink lips on her delicate little face were tightly pursed, and her movements were extremely serious. A faint smell of porridge made Aokiji, who hadn't eaten all day, feel suddenly hungry.

Qiong? Aokiji called out.

Qiong turned his head and smiled at Aokiji: Sit down and watch TV for a while. It will be ready in a while.

Of course, Aokiji would not sit on the sofa and watch TV. Instead, he walked over quickly. Seeing her sweating profusely, he hurriedly stretched out his hand: I'll do it. You go sit down and rest for a while. .You don’t usually exercise, but if you suddenly do so many things today, you will feel uncomfortable.”

Qiong glared at Aoki Si with dissatisfaction, without any intention of giving up his position: I'm just making porridge, my body is not that weak!

Aokiji looked a little embarrassed: This, this

Quick! Qiong looked at Aoki Si with a half-smiling expression: Why, do you think the food I made can't be eaten?

Of course not! Aokiji shook his head hastily.

He didn't even think about Qiong cooking for him, let alone whether it was delicious or not. Even if the porridge turned into crispy rice, he could still eat it.

Then go sit and rest. If it weren't for Si's illness, I wouldn't do this. Qiong turned his head and looked at the rice grains cooking in the pot intently.

Aokiji opened his mouth, but honestly said nothing more. He sat at the dining table not far from Qiong, leaned on the back of the chair with his hands to support his chin, and looked at her quietly.

Did he sometimes treat her too much like a child?