Chapter 1727 It's Really a Ghost

The palm of his right hand was burning, his jaw was hot, and his chest was also scorching hot. This wave of heat followed by a strange and strong breath rushed to her face, which not only accelerated Qing'er's heartbeat, but also made her almost breathless!

Is this thing a stove? ? Why is it so hot everywhere!

Qing'er was stiff all over, and could only hide to the side without making a sound, trying to avoid close contact with him as much as possible, but before she succeeded, the boy groaned, and his tall body continued to press down, pressing her tighter.

Qing'er didn't dare to move immediately. Seeing that he closed his eyes, his eyebrows were deeply twisted, and the pain didn't seem to be relieved at all, she had to speak: "Does it hurt a lot? I have a first aid kit here, and I will take you to the hospital if it doesn't work..."

"Don't worry, sister Qing'er, I'm fine." His voice was a little hoarse, "Wait until the pain is over."

Qing'er also had experience in this, so she had to maintain the posture of being pressed by him and wait for him to recover.

But this posture was really awkward, so she could only smile nonchalantly: "Sorry, I didn't expect you to be behind me."

"It's not sister Qing'er's fault, it's my fault for not saying anything just now."

Perhaps because his jaw was hurting and it was inconvenient not to speak, so his voice was a little vague and dull.

"It's okay, we will be more careful next time. Now you know how hard my head is." Otherwise, this guy wouldn't be in pain until now.

A Yao's lips curled up and he said "hmm" softly.

Qing'er's heart moved.

The two of them were too close, so Qing'er couldn't help but notice that this boy's eyelashes were so beautiful... maybe even longer than her eyelashes.

And he was so white, and his skin was so tender...Strange, Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jingtong didn't have the kind of particularly delicate looks, how could they give birth to such a monster, and Xiao Mu wasn't as delicate as him...

Qing'er was thinking about it, and the boy in front of him suddenly opened his eyes.

Qing'er suddenly met his dark eyes and was stunned for a moment. She almost thought she had seen it wrong. How could this boy at such a young age have such deep and focused pupils that were completely inconsistent with his age? She felt like she was being targeted by a hunter for a moment. Fortunately, he soon smiled, and the light ripples in his eyes dissolved the deepness that made her heart palpitate. The well-behaved and simple boy also came back.

Qing'er suddenly woke up from a dream and pulled back her hand. When she touched his stunned expression, she realized that she seemed to have overreacted a little.

She quickly squeezed out a smile: "Does it still hurt?"

A Yao stroked his chin and nodded obediently: "Okay." As he said that, his body also retreated and stood up straight, pulling the distance between the two of them, looking at her with concern, "Sister Qing'er, how about you?"

"Me? Oh, it's all right now." Qing'er touched the place where her head had just hit and kicked the dishwasher with her foot, "I really don't know how to use this thing, can you?"

A Yao nodded.

"Great, I'll leave it to you." She unceremoniously threw the dishwashing job to him and said with a smile, "I'll go out first."

After saying that, she walked out quickly.

After leaving the kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was really a ghost... She couldn't help but slap herself on the forehead.