Chapter 153 (2/2)

When I came to the door of dormitory 302, I knocked on the door. Before I spoke, Zhang Qingqing's voice came from inside: ”the door is unlocked. Come in.”

After I went in, I found that Zhang Qingqing had returned to the living room. She was sitting on the sofa with an apple in her hand. There were washed grapes, apples and cherries on the fruit plate on the tea table. I didn't have lunch. When I saw these fruits, I couldn't help swallowing my saliva. Zhang Qingqing looked in her eyes and snorted a little. She didn't intend to ask me to eat fruits. It was clear that her anger remained.

”Miss Zhang, I've done it. Can you see?”

As I said this, I reached out and handed over the love letter in my hand. I wrote a special color, explicit words, ambiguous language and provocative words. It was also very long, almost two thousand words, three or four pages.

”Let me see”

Zhang Qingqing actually knew I wasn't copying books, but she didn't tell the truth. She reached out and took it. She sat on the sofa like a white-collar Beauty and looked at it carefully with stationery.

After reading about two or three lines, her pretty face turned red, and there was a trace of anger in her beautiful eyes. She raised her head and glanced at me. It is estimated that the ambiguous language between the lines of the letter is full of hints and teasing, which makes her a little shy and embarrassed.

Of course I know why she blushed, but this thing may be broken. She will become angry. I pretended to be innocent, just like a primary school student waiting for the teacher's praise after writing a composition, looking forward to her and waiting for her to make a statement.

Zhang Qingqing bit her lips and said nothing. Then she looked down at a few lines of words. She was on pins and needles. Her pretty face was coated with a layer of light rouge and became more beautiful, just like the light red peach petals in March. Moreover, there was a little more confusion in her eyes, her breathing was a little faster, and her sitting posture became crossed legs

I guess it's the content of the love letter that works. It's a little secretly proud. Hey hey, I told you to bully me. I'm also teasing you now. Who's more uncomfortable in the end?

Zhang Qingqing suddenly looked up and saw that I was staring at her. Her pretty face turned red in an instant, and there was a trace of panic in her eyes. She opened her mouth and said, ”Chen Yu, you haven't had lunch yet. You go to the canteen first and continue to copy in the afternoon.”

”It's time to take a nap now. The canteen has long been closed. Where else can I eat?”

My heart is a burst of pride again. It seems that my love letter has played an expected role. Zhang Qingqing feels a little bit. She just kept saying that she would punish me for copying a hundred times and when I could eat. Now she can let me eat first. However, I don't want to go now, because she obviously feels it now. If I leave at this time, she can't stop. In fact, I'm going to miss the first good opportunity with my wife?

Zhang Qingqing looked at her wrist watch. It was true that the canteen was closed at this time. She looked at me depressed and pointed to the small kitchen outside the balcony: ”there are some instant noodles and green vegetables and ham in the kitchen. Go and get some food yourself. Don't really starve you.”

Cut, you speak so well. In fact, you're not ready to put me away and hide in the living room to read the seasoned love letter?

I'm really hungry at the moment, so I said I knew, and then ran to the kitchen to stir up food. And I deliberately slow, from time to time from the kitchen to steal two eyes at her, and then I saw that Zhang Qingqing was really reading the love letter. Her cheeks were very red, even her earlobes turned red, her eyes were half narrowed, her eyes were like water, her breathing was a little rapid, her chest fluctuated constantly, and the whole person seemed to be a little restless. She changed her sitting position at once, and her two legs were crossed.

Hey hey, I'm always proud when I look at my wife. Her reaction is stronger than I expected. It's about her age of 24. Since she married me, she has kissed at most, but it's still the kiss that separates at the touch of the dragonfly. If she doesn't need at all, it's hell.

However, I still dare not be careless, because she has a very bad temper. Although she feels a little angry now, if I make her angry, I will not only get nothing cheap from her, but also be kicked to death by her.