Chapter 1127 You Are Truly Philanthropic (Part 2)

Qin Anlan hugged her waist from behind, his face buried in her neck, "Why don't you sleep?"

She smiled, put her fingers gently on the back of his hand, and asked in a faint voice after a while: "Qin Anlan, do you think insomnia is contagious?"

Qin Anlan turned her around, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her seriously.

After a long time, he whispered: "Go to sleep, insomnia is not good for a girl's skin."

He carried her to his bedroom...Princess hug.

Her slender arms naturally hugged his neck, and when she lowered her head, her long hair covered her eyes, and she asked softly: "Qin Anlan, is this also within the safe range?"

"Yes!" He gave her the answer and carefully put her on the bed.

She saw that he had no intention of sleeping, so she was flattered that he could treat her like that just now.

She lowered her eyes and asked what she wanted to ask: "Are you...thinking about her?"

At that moment, Qin Anlan looked at her, with a sharpness in his eyes that he had never seen before.

His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and later, his voice was a little stern: "Who told you?"

If his eyes and voice were not so sharp.

Ye Liangqiu's small mouth was also pursed a little tightly. She couldn't stand his gaze, turned her face away, and whispered, "There are photos in the bedside table."

He remembered it then, holding her with one hand, and opening the bedside table with the other hand, and his fingers touched a photo frame.

It was a photo of three people.

He, Shen Lian, and Tang Yu.

That was when they were twenty years old, in their youth.

Qin Anlan looked at the photo and let go of Ye Liangqiu...

When he let go of her, she knew that he still couldn't let go in his heart.

To him, she was just a person to pass the time when he was bored and lonely.

In his heart, there was an unspeakable loneliness, that feeling, not too good.

Ye Liangqiu smiled gently, laughing at herself for being a little silly...

Qin Anlan sat aside, looked at it for a long time, and touched it with his fingers, as if he was lingering.

Finally, he put the photo frame back into the drawer, and when he looked at her again, he said in a light tone: "Sleep."

This time, he didn't leave, but hugged her to sleep together.

In the silent night, a man and a woman both had their own thoughts, so how could they fall asleep easily?

She tried to breathe lightly, but her body couldn't help moving around.

Qin Anlan opened his eyes, looked at the black little head in his arms, and threatened in a low voice: "Ye Liangqiu, if you dare to move again, I will change you."

"Just change it." She was still a little emotional.

He laughed, and his fingers slowly tightened, touching her belly, where there was unexpectedly some meat.

So, his fingers stayed there for a while longer, and she was so soft that his fingers almost melted.

"Looks thin, but there is meat on the belly." His voice was hoarse, but he tried to be calm.

Ye Liangqiu's voice was also a little floating, "Sister Ying said that it's not good for female artists to be fat."

"Not fat!" He smiled, "It's good like this."