Chapter 147

Li Qingyao has always been neither enthusiastic nor indifferent to relationships between men and women. Under her carefree appearance, she actually has a passive attitude of taking things as they come. But this does not mean that she can tolerate a man who wants to stay overnight at her house just three days after becoming her boyfriend.

Her last boyfriend was Luo Huaizheng, and their relationship was as pure as it could be. After that, there was a seven-year period of no love. So although she is not a conservative and shy person, she has never had a keen interest in male-female affairs. She is more used to being alone, rather than being intimate with someone.

So she walked to the sofa and pulled Chen Pu up: "Chen Pu, your face fell to the ground, pick it up quickly."

Chen Pu did not move. His tall body was as heavy as a piece of iron. Li Qingyao used all his strength to pull him up, but he could not.

Her expression changed: "Are you going or not?"

Chen Pu immediately held her hand, got up, and hugged her waist again, saying, "Don't be angry, I'm not thinking about anything else. We can spend a little time together all day long. I... really want to stay closer to you. I promise not to go into the room or do anything else, okay?"

Li Qingyao lowered her eyes and looked at him. Chen Pu had his coat open, his hair a little messy, his shoulders were broad, his legs open, surrounding her, his eyes dark and bright.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Chen Pu took her hand again and kissed her: "I will sleep on the sofa and never do anything wrong."

Li Qingyao snorted: "You are not qualified to do anything wrong. Then you have to go back and take a shower and change clothes before you can sleep on the sofa."

Chen Pu was both happy and worried when he heard this. He was happy because he hadn't expected much and was planning to leave in disgrace, but she actually agreed. He was worried because was this a delaying tactic? Would she be able to open the door again after he left the room?

After thinking for a while, Chen Pu decided to choose love between the high-risk cleanliness and the safe filthiness. He decisively lay down again, closed his eyes and said, "I'll go back and wash tomorrow morning."

How could Li Qingyao bear it? He grabbed his collar and said, "You must wash!" They had even gone to the crime scene today.

Chen Pu opened his eyes: "Will you really open the door?"

"If you don't go, it will be closed."

Chen Pu sighed and got up. Li Qingyao sent him to the door like a prisoner. He turned around and said, "Come on, swear a little - if you don't open the door for Chen Pu later, you will gain ten pounds next month."

Li Qingyao rolled his eyes at him, but seeing his tired face and bloodshot eyes, he didn't argue with him anymore. Instead, he said quietly, "If I don't open the door later, Brother Chen Pu can do whatever he wants to me."

Chen Pu's eyes suddenly lit up.

The door almost hit him in the face.

Li Qingyao was not nervous about Chen Pu staying in the living room. They had been partners these days, often accompanying each other day and night, sleeping in the office together, and taking naps in the car together. She was used to it. She also believed in his character.

On the contrary, thinking that he would stay just across the wall from her tonight, she had to admit Chen Pu's words, and she felt a soft and satisfied feeling in her heart - he would stay with her at night and not leave.

So Li Qingyao quickly took a shower, put on a conservative home outfit, and put the quilt and pillow on the sofa. Then there was a knock on the door.

Li Qingyao opened the door and saw Chen Pu wearing black plaid cotton pajamas.

He washed his head and face again, and his eyebrows and eyes looked even more handsome and clear than during the day. Under the light, even each eyebrow looked black and distinct. His pajamas also looked new. Anyway, it was the first time Li Qingyao saw him wearing proper pajamas. In the past, after taking a shower at night, he always wore old T-shirts and sports shorts.

Li Qingyao suddenly realized that Chen Pu could be a very casual and unpretentious person at ordinary times. But at certain strange moments, he had a strong sense of ritual.

Li Qingyao held back her laughter and turned back to the house with a blank expression. She said, "The quilt and pillow are what I usually use, and they are all washed. Good night then. If you really can't sleep well, go home and see you tomorrow morning."

Just as she was about to walk into the house, her arm was pulled, and Chen Pu sat down on the sofa and pulled her to sit on his lap. He held her chin with his palms, lowered his eyes and asked, "You just walked into the house like this?"

"if not……"

As soon as the word "ni" came out, he held it in his mouth.

It was midnight, and the room was extremely quiet. His pajamas were made of very soft material, and he smelled of a light mixture of orange and verbena. This feeling was a bit strange, perhaps because they were both wearing pajamas, which were too close to each other and too private, and there was a feeling of being more peaceful and intimate than usual. After kissing for a while, Li Qingyao put her hands on his chest, and he put his forehead against hers and said, "Thank you."

Li Qingyao didn't say anything, just stared at him from a very close distance.

He looked at her for a while, raised his head completely, loosened his hands, and patted her waist, motioning her to get up: "Go into the house, remember to lock the door." His actions were very decisive.

Li Qingyao turned his head and looked at him.

He sat on the sofa and looked at her, his eyes bright and gentle.

The two didn't say another word. Li Qingyao walked back to the room and closed the door.

The living room was dark. Chen Pu sighed and lay down. He didn't need to cover himself with a blanket for the time being. He didn't feel cold. Although the sofa was a little short, he had slept in the most difficult environments before, so he had no problem adapting. He smelled the fragrance on the pillow, smiled, and closed his eyes.

Although he had been busy for so long, Chen Pu fell into a deep sleep in just a few minutes. After all, he was exhausted from the busy day.

Back room.

A small desk lamp was on. Li Qingyao covered himself tightly with a thin blanket and stared at the ceiling.

She had been lying there for 2 minutes, and it was already a.m. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She couldn't sleep, absolutely couldn't sleep. She wondered if Chen Pu was outside and didn't sleep either. She thought that she had to rush to wash up as soon as she got up in the morning, and then greet him after washing her face. She also thought about the case and made random inferences.

Li Qingyao sighed as her mind raced. This familiar feeling of confusion made her feel that she would probably suffer from insomnia tonight. Perhaps it was because the night was too quiet, or perhaps insomnia made her feel irritable and helpless. She didn't know why, but she got out of bed, gently opened the door, and walked out.

When Li Qingyao saw Chen Pu sleeping soundly, he felt a little lost in his heart.

She tiptoed to the bathroom, and when she came back, Chen Pu was still the same as before, lying on his back, his legs resting on the armrest of the sofa, one hand behind his head, and the other hand hanging beside the sofa. Most of the quilt was crumpled in the corner of the sofa, with only one corner resting on his stomach. In the dim light, his face was calm and handsome, showing sharper edges than in the daytime.

Li Qingyao moved his hands and feet more lightly, walked over, and slowly pulled up the quilt to cover his chest and legs. He tilted his head to look again, but he didn't open his eyes.

Li Qingyao tiptoed into the room. Just as she took a step, someone hugged her waist from behind. She gasped in shock and was dragged by Chen Pu to lie on the sofa.