Chapter 1767 Don't Come Over

At that time, A Yao knelt on one knee to take off her shoes, so when Qing'er hurriedly stood up and tried to stop him, their heights were almost the same. Qing'er's face hit his nose unexpectedly. She screamed in pain, but the next second, she suddenly felt her waist tightened, followed by a warm touch on her lips, which made her stand there in an instant.

The boy's face was very close to her, so close that she could even count his eyelashes. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, as if he didn't expect such a scene to happen, but soon, that trace of surprise disappeared and was replaced by a deeper and darker emotion. At the same time, his arms tightened a little, and his thin lips pressed down deeper.

At that moment, Qing'er suddenly felt that there seemed to be an electric current in her mind that exploded, which made her heart beat wildly, her breathing was rapid, and her scalp numb. The touch on her lips became clearer and hotter, and she couldn't help holding her breath.

After several seconds, she suddenly came to her senses and pushed the boy away fiercely, but her body could not stop and fell on the sofa. Seeing the boy leaning over as if to help her, Qing'er quickly stretched out her right hand to stop him: "Don't come over!"

The voice was unusually hoarse.

A Yao paused, and his deep and burning eyes fell on her face, making her embarrassment and embarrassment nowhere to hide.

"I... I feel uncomfortable..." As expected, Qing'er suddenly frowned and covered her chest, pretending to be uncomfortable as if she was drunk and might vomit at any time.

"Sister Qing'er..."

"I'll go to the bathroom, you go to bed early..." Qing'er frowned even more, she resolutely refused the boy's hands trying to support her, and didn't even bother to change her shoes. She said she was going to the bathroom, but actually rushed directly to her own room, and her steps were even a little stumbling.

When the door slammed shut, the young man standing there laughed hoarsely. He raised his hand and stroked his lips, as if he was recalling something. After a long while, he looked up and his eyes fell on the closed door.

Until he returned to the room, Qing'er never came out.

...

That night, Qing'er tossed and turned in bed for two hours before falling asleep.

The kiss at night almost made her at a loss, perhaps because she clearly realized that she could no longer regard him as a brother, or perhaps the boy's unusual reaction made her unable to help but think wildly, maybe, maybe...

No, it's not right! Everything is wrong!

Qing'er grabbed her hair in grief and anger. Doesn't that boy like Xu Ziyue? What is she imagining!

A Yao clearly treats her as a sister. If this kiss makes the relationship between the two awkward, it will be too much of a loss!

Why did this accident happen! Why!

She was wrong from the beginning, she shouldn't let this boy stay!

This feeling of grief and anger caused Qing'er to sleep restlessly even when she fell asleep. The next day, she woke up early in the morning. She had only slept for less than four hours. She felt a splitting headache, but what made her even more headache was how she would face A Yao later?

... Maybe she could only play dumb!

After thinking it through, she took a deep breath, picked up her clothes, and sneaked out of the room.

Hearing the movement from the kitchen, Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief. She was so busy running back to her room last night that she didn't even take a shower. This was a good opportunity.