Endless Pampering Only For You

Han Qiqing asked his servants to go out and stay by himself to take care of him.

She went into the bathroom, got a hot towel out, unscrewed it, and lay on the edge of the bed to wipe his sweat.

As soon as his hands were closer, he took his hand.

Han Qiqing was shocked, but he did not expect his vigilance to be so high.

She said softly, "Brother, it's me."

Maybe she recognized her voice, he let go of his hand, and his breath was relaxed.

Han Qiqing wiped his face lightly, his eyes involuntarily staring at his handsome features like a knife, which may be a drunk relationship, which made him a little less cold.

She wiped gently, afraid not to disturb him, so she didn't stay long.

After wiping her face, she retracted, grabbed his big hand, covered his palm with a wet towel, and then carefully wiped each finger.

She wiped it slowly and put the towel on the nightstand.

But she didn't let go of his hand.

She was half-lying on the edge of the bed, holding his hand, her eyes fixed intently.

Can't help but stick it in his palm with his hand.

Overheated body temperature was passed to her from the skin where they touched.

Although his brother's face was cold, his palms were unexpectedly warm.

There was tenderness in Han Qiqing's eyes, and he couldn't hold back for a moment. His fingers, as thin as green onions, passed through his seams, and if there were no fingers, they were staggered.

She lowered her eyes, but refrained from being too pretentious.

Imagining the picture of holding her fingers together, her little heart could not stop the little deer ramming.

She didn't blink a moment, and gazed deeply at his face.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

After a while, she leaned down, her upper body almost against the edge of the bed.

She pressed her cheek against his palm and closed her eyes.

Isn't this excessive?

Actually, what she wanted to do was more ...

It was just a lesson learned, this time she did not dare to mess around again.

Without knowing it, she was confused by the temperature of his palm, breathing her own breath.

When Han Qiqing wakes up.

Only to find her lying on her bed.

Outside the window, the clear sun was shaking.

It's early morning.

She frowned and propped herself up.

Strange……

Is it a dream?

She clearly remembered that she was taking care of him in her brother's room, and how she ran back to her room in a blink of an eye.

The scene was too real, making her unclear for a moment, whether it was a dream or a moment.

Although a bit boring, I didn't feel sleepy.

She got up and got out of bed to wash.

When she went downstairs in her home clothes, she realized that it was still early.

In a footstep, she turned towards the study.

Unexpectedly, he walked over head to head to face Chang Changlang.

Han Qiqing's eyes suddenly felt a warm smile, his voice sweetly called, "Brother ~"

Han Yuexiu came to her, rubbing her hair with a big hand, and asked indifferently, "Get up so early today?"

Han Qiqing smiled, holding his arm without a trace.

"Are you going to the company?"

He responded, "Well."

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but he let go of his hand and went downstairs.

Han Qiqing quickly followed.

But anyway, she has short legs and can only keep up with his long legs by trotting.

At this point, his brother had gone downstairs and the steward greeted him, saying that the car was ready.

Han Qiqing is sorry.

If she gets up ten minutes earlier, she can have breakfast with her brother.

Now she could only watch him go to work.