Abandoned women from wealthy families serve as control groups in pastoral variety shows

Lu Qingye opened his eyes suddenly and stepped back so that his eyes could better fall on Meng Chuyuan's face.

His expression was a little solemn, and his tone was doubtful: "What are you doing?"

Meng Chuyuan's hands grabbed Lu Qingye's clothes again, raised his head and looked at him, and said calmly: "There are threads on your clothes."

She first noticed a piece of thread running out of the button, and after looking at it for a long time, she became obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Originally, Meng Chuyuan wanted to pull it off, but the thread was too short and it was a bit difficult to do it, so she opened the button to see where the other end of the thread was.

As soon as she found it, Lu Qingye stepped back. She turned her clothes inside out, looked for it again, and held the black silk thread tightly in her hand.

Meng Chuyuan: "Look, this is it..."

Lu Qingye lowered his eyes and looked at the thread in Meng Chuyuan's hand, frowning slightly, as if he didn't understand what she meant, "So?"

"I'll get rid of it for you."

"Don't do it, be careful of strangulation." Lu Qingye reached out and grabbed his collar, not letting her touch it.

Meng Chuyuan said: "But it is really an eyesore."

"I'll just get up and find some scissors to cut it off."

"I'd better do it for you. It'll be quick." As he said that, Meng Chuyuan reached out to pull off his clothes.

Lu Qingye couldn't resist and could only let her go.

His collar was half open, exposing a large area of ​​chest muscles. Meng Chuyuan put one hand on the bed and leaned against Lu Qingye in a semi-lying position.

Perhaps this posture was too strange, which made Lu Qingye a little uncomfortable. His body tightened unconsciously, and his eyes didn't know where to look for a while.

Meng Chuyuan wrapped it around with his fingers and pulled hard, and the thread broke.

After the thread was pulled off, Meng Chuyuan looked much more comfortable.

She held the torn thread in her hand and prepared to throw it into the trash can.

Meng Chuyuan placed her half-clenched hand on his chest, using him as a support point to get up, and wanted to step over him and get out of bed. However, in just a few seconds, she found that Lu Qingye was beating as frequently as Somewhat disordered.

She stopped suddenly and was straddling him.

Seeing her sitting on him, Lu Qingye was suddenly startled, frowning slightly, and a flash of color quietly flashed in his eyes.

Before he could speak, Meng Chuyuan put his hand back to its original position and felt his heartbeat.

Meng Chuyuan's eyebrows were filled with doubts. He looked up at Lu Qingye and said without changing his expression: "Why is your heartbeat so fast all of a sudden?"

Lu Qingye: "..."

Meng Chuyuan felt a strong vibration in her palm, and then she leaned down and put her ear against his chest to listen, which made his breathing become rapid.

After Meng Chuyuan acted recklessly for a while, Lu Qingye raised his hands, held her waist and back of her neck respectively, turned her over and pressed her under him.

Meng Chuyuan was startled by his actions. She opened her eyes and placed her hand on his chest. She didn't know how to react for a moment.

The two bodies were so close that each other's heartbeats and breathing were so intertwined that it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

Meng Chuyuan blinked, his cheeks turned slightly red, and there was a trace of nervousness hidden in his expression, "You..."

Lu Qingye said nothing, but his eyes were full of animality.

Seeing him like this, Meng Chuyuan suddenly stopped talking.

After a while, Lu Qingye's expression softened a little, and he said hoarsely: "What did you want to say just now?"

Meng Chuyuan poked his chest with her finger and said without changing her expression: "Can you change your posture to communicate?" (End of Chapter)