Chapter 573 It's my turn next time

What a blessing it is to do it out of love.

The secret pain adds a strange sense of ritual to happiness——

When her hair was tangled, the corners of Cheng Ling's eyes became moist.

This was the man she had loved for many, many years.

He is always sane, he is always as clean and refreshing as a boy, and he never begrudges his love for himself.

Even in such a maddening moment, he still used strong willpower to control his speed and strength, fearing to hurt himself.

Tears ran down the end of his red eyes, fell into the pillow, and disappeared.

Jiang Qilan kissed her eyes.

He likes this meticulous carving process.

Don't be impatient, and seriously put your own stamp on your most beloved and precious treasure.

No matter what the future holds, he hopes that at this moment, she is truly happy.

Because I was not sure, I checked again and again.

Until she softly begged for mercy in a nasal voice.

"Ling'er——" Jiang Qilan called her name in a hoarse voice next to Cheng Ling's ear and hugged her tightly.

The heat in the air slowly fades away.

The two people's beating heartbeats gradually subsided, and finally the magical beating rhythm became consistent.

"Go take a shower." Cheng Ling said in a lazy tone.

"Okay." Although Jiang Qilan said "Okay", he did not let go of his arms around her. He held her firmly against his chest, kissing her hair from time to time and calling her name tirelessly.

At first, Cheng Ling indulged him and responded to every call he made.

As a result, Cheng Ling later found out that this guy was completely insatiable, calling her name over and over like a repeater.

Finally, Cheng Ling got tired of calling him.

So Cheng Ling raised her hand and pushed his face aside, twisted her body slightly, and when he wasn't paying attention, she slid off the bed like a greased fish.

The warmth and softness in my arms suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Qilan looked at Cheng Ling standing by the bed in surprise.

Cheng Ling spread his hands and said, "Hurry up and take a shower. Don't you think it's sticky?"

Jiang Qilan covered her chest and showed a hurt expression: "Well, just now I called you my dear, but now your face has changed... After you played with me, you don't want to be responsible anymore, right?"

Cheng Ling pulled a blanket from the chair next to him and wrapped it around himself. Listening to Jiang Qilan's aggrieved accusation, he said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have always been responsible, and I will definitely be responsible for you to the end. Okay." Okay, come down and clean up. There are still a lot of things to do tomorrow.”

She bent over energetically and packed up the clothes scattered on the floor. She flipped through a pile and the clothes in her hands were neatly folded, as if they were new clothes that had just been unpacked.

So lively and lively...

Jiang Qilan continued to play tricks: "My dear, shouldn't you act a little weaker? This way my self-esteem will be easily hit."

Cheng Ling was actually not feeling well. His whole body was sore and numb, his feet were soft, and he was top-heavy.

But she would never admit it.

She put the folded clothes on the table next to her, then put her hands on her hips and said arrogantly: "That's it? Brother Lan, you have good skills, but don't forget who I am - it's you , why are you so weak... Okay, stop lying on the bed, come down quickly and change the sheets. I let you do it this time, but it’s me next time.”

Jiang Qilan did not move.

Instead, he raised his eyebrows and looked at her, put on a very provocative expression, and said in a long tone: "Oh - yes - are you sure you can do it? There is no turning back when you draw a bow. Be careful when you talk big, and your tongue will dodge - —”

Cheng Ling crossed her arms, looked at him, and sneered: "I, Cheng Ling, like to convince unconvinced people most in my life. Wait until I finish taking a bath, hum, let you know how powerful my sister is."

After saying that, he twisted his waist and entered the bathroom.

Soon there was the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Jiang Qilan then put away the provocative expression on his face, buried his face in the pillow, and shouted happily, "Ah——"

Who can understand his mood at this moment!

His life is complete!

These days, he was suffering like years, and he experienced firsthand the hardships Cheng Ling had to endure when he was an undercover agent. But at least he had family, a lover, and friends.

At that time, Cheng Ling was alone.

So, he always wondered, what was Cheng Ling's mood like when performing tasks?

If you think too much, you will have dreams at night.

The scene in the dream was very strange: late at night, Cheng Ling was lying alone on the bed, facing the wall and with her back to Jiang Qilan.

Her shoulders were shaking.

She is crying.

Jiang Qilan especially wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her.

But every time when he comes near, the dream will wake up.

Jiang Qilan had more than a dozen dreams with similar plots.

But without exception, as long as he wants to get close to Cheng Ling, he will wake up.

Now, he finally hugged her.

It seemed that he had been looking forward to this moment not just for a few dozen days, but for hundreds of days and nights...