Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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He didn't care about anything else and kept pulling Qiao Yu's hair.

Taking advantage of Xia Qing's inattention, Qiao Yu hugged her and pulled her onto himself.

The two of them fell onto the sofa together.

"Ah~"

Xia Qing gasped and collapsed onto Qiao Yu, unable to get up for a moment.

"Ah~ What are you going to do!"

"Of course I'm just here to prove ownership and get it stamped!"

Qiao Yutian shamelessly hugged him tightly.

“Ah~ No!”

Xia Qing was so ashamed that she struggled violently.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

The two whispered sweet nothings to each other, their bodies pressed close together, their bodies burning with desire.

Although no words were spoken.

But they both knew that one was willing to hit and the other was willing to be hit.

He knew how much she doted on him.

She knew he understood his affection.

We didn't say it because of our mutual understanding.

In silence and insincerity, emotions are extended and touched.

Rebukes and rejections are simply expressions of unspoken love, waiting for someone to take the initiative.

Qiao Yu gently kissed her neck.

The familiar scent traveled through his nasal cavity, impacting his central nervous system.

A sudden pain shot through my shoulder.

Xia Qing had already bitten him hard.

He was determined to fight to the death!

"Ah~ No~ No~ My period has started!"

Xia Qing released her mouth and cried out urgently, her voice charming and pleading.

what?

"If you don't let go, your skirt will get stained! Hurry up!"

Xia Qing breathed heavily and whispered weakly in Qiao Yu's ear.

Hot breath sprayed into Qiao Yu's ears.

"Ok."

Chen Sheng had no choice but to "reluctantly" let go.

If it leaks later, it will surely turn into a sea of ​​blood.

Xia Qing didn't get up, but lay on Qiao Yu panting, making his neck very itchy, and both of their cheeks were burning hot.

The room was very quiet.

The only sounds were low, rapid breathing and the faint noise of traffic below.

He inhaled the delicate fragrance emanating from Xia Qing's ear.

Qiao Yu suddenly felt a pang of tenderness.

He gently embraced Xia Qing's soft waist and back.

After all, she's only 25 years old.

I haven't made any promises to her over the years, but she has always insisted on them.

The two even had their chat software accounts deleted by the malicious Qiao Jingjing.

They could only communicate through a phone number they had memorized.

These days, the fact that you can remember each other's phone numbers already speaks volumes.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yu kissed Xia Qing's earlobe a few times.

He once chose Qiao Jingjing over Xia Qing.

This time, he will not give up on this woman.

Xia Qing seemed to sense something and gently kissed Qiao Yu's neck as well.

"Sister, let's get up."

Knowing that he couldn't eat ice cream, Qiao Yu "turned ruthless".

Decisively reject intimacy!

So that you don't look up at the moon for too long and then you won't even be able to see it anymore.

Uncomfortable!

Xia Qing got up somewhat weakly.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she glared angrily at Qiao Yu, "Turn your head away, don't look!"

Qiao Yu chuckled and turned his head away.

But then he immediately turned around and saw Xia Qing tidying up her skirt and underwear.

Discovering that Qiao Yu was peeping, Xia Qing pounced on him in a fit of embarrassment and anger, giving him a good spanking. "You bad boy! You always have ill intentions whenever you see me!"

That wasn't enough.

She buried her head in Qiao Yu's shoulder again and bit him.

"Ouch... Ouch... That hurts!"

Now that he has nothing to hold in his hands, Qiao Yu's pain is doubled.

Xia Qing let go of his mouth, straightened her skirt again, and gave him a glare.

After thinking about it, she went to the restroom to take care of herself.

When they came out again, the two sat close together on the sofa and whispered sweet nothings to each other.

"Sister Qing, please add me back."

Qiao Yu's lips curled up slightly. "I don't even have Sister Qing's WeChat. I'm so ashamed."

Xia Qing paused, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes, but she stubbornly said, "What, aren't you afraid Qiao Jingjing will delete you as a friend?"

Qiao Yu raised his chin and said, "She's just my sister, not anyone to me."

Xia Qing immediately beamed with joy.

After talking for a while, Qiao Yu took his leave.

Xia Qing escorted him downstairs.

A cool night breeze blew by, and the burning heat surging within me slowly subsided.

"Stay away from girls you're not close to, okay? Keep a low profile! Don't take your internship too seriously. If a suitable job comes along, you can look into it. If not, it's okay. I can earn money to support you... Do you hear me?"

Hearing Xia Qing's slightly stern admonition, Qiao Yu felt a warmth in his heart.

"I heard you, Sister Qing. See, haven't I always been very low-key?"

"Yes, I know, I'm just scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you'll like someone else."

"Don't worry, Sister Qing."

"And most importantly, don't get to know materialistic girls who dress extravagantly and carry designer bags. Can you do that?"

"I can do it! And I definitely will!"

Qiao Yu's answer was very heartfelt; none of the girls he had met were as attractive as those few.

"By the way, Sister Qing, I remember you were in a dance team in college? You danced jazz?"

Xia Qing looked helpless. "That was so long ago. I've been working all this time. I don't have time to dance."

"That's a good idea! Actually, jazz is fine too, like those dances that are only suitable for me to watch, cough cough..."

Qiao Yu felt incredibly hypocritical. Yes, he absolutely had to.

Thinking to myself, what if I wore black stockings, flesh-colored stockings, white stockings, all kinds of stockings...

"Dream on! You..."

Xia Qing stopped halfway through her sentence, her cheeks burning.

If it's like this today, and the two of them are alone together and then they dance, then...

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yu's lips curled slightly.

Hehe, I think I'll succeed next time.

He pretended to be serious and changed the subject, asking with a worried look, "Have you lost your sense of rhythm and dance moves now?"

"Oh, you even know about dance sense!" Xia Qing was slightly surprised.

"Of course, don't underestimate me."

"No, I can start from scratch and learn again."

Xia Qing's cheeks felt a little hot.

Because of his liking, does he want to pick up his old dance again?

"Sister Qing, you can do the splits, right?"