Through the seventy warm marriage

Chapter 393

Qiao Yu came back soon, washed up by herself, packed up and went to the door of the bedroom, knocked on the door without opening it directly: "Qingqing."

"Come in, it's unlocked."

Qiao Yu opened the door and went in, and saw Lu Qingqing sitting by the bed, gesticulating with scissors in her hand.

Qiao Yu went over and snatched the scissors from her hand, "What are you doing?"

"Cut your nails!" Lu Qingqing raised both hands to show him her nails, "Look, it's not flat at all, I don't know how to use scissors..."

The tone of speech is all wronged.

Originally, she has never used this thing since she grew up so old. She has always used nail clippers. When she first came here, she thought about it for a long time, and finally learned it by secretly watching Yang Xiuying cut her nails.

I have learned it, but I still don't use it very well, and the cuts are often uneven.

Qiao Yu looked at those two hands, they were white and clean, with very thin fingers, and they looked very delicate.The nails are not so smooth at first glance, but if you look closely, the edges are not so smooth.

A wave of self-blame welled up in his heart, all because he didn't take a good look at her hand before, because he was embarrassed to look at her hand at that time, for fear of offending her.If he had known earlier, he would have helped.

"I'll cut it for you." Qiao Yu sat down beside her, took the scissors, and carefully trimmed her nails.

Lu Qingqing looked at his side face, and asked stupidly: "Do you think I'm so stupid that I can't even do this well?"

Qiao Yu replied distractedly: "No, you are not stupid, maybe the scissors are not easy to use. Don't worry, I will leave this job to me from now on."

"How can I do that, it's not too much trouble for you, and such a small matter..."

"No trouble, as I said, your matter is not a trivial matter to me." While speaking, Qiao Yu had already done it, "How about it?"

"Well, it's pretty good." Lu Qingqing looked down and was satisfied.

Qiao Yu put down the scissors and got up to tidy up the quilts on the bed. There were two sets of quilts on the bed. He kept one set and rolled up the other quilts to take away.

Lu Qingqing hurriedly stopped him: "Hey! Why are you going?"

Qiao Yu glanced at her sideways, her ears turned red again, "It's time to sleep, I'll go to sleep in the outer room."

Outhouse?that sofa?From the looks of it, he is still a gentleman!It was a waste of thought just now!Hmph, who cares!It's fine not to sleep.

Lu Qingqing sighed, "Forget it, that sofa is so hard, people will suffer from backache after sleeping all night. Just sleep here."

"Huh?" Qiao Yu quickly looked over, his eyes sparkling.

Lu Qingqing didn't pay attention when she said it, but now that he saw it, she felt a little shy, so she quickly turned her head away from him, "That...the bed is so big, it won't be crowded for three people..."

The corner of Qiao Yu's lips twitched, "Okay."

Lu Qingqing quickly spread out her quilt, lay down and got ready to sleep.

Qiao Yu put away the quilt she had picked up just now, looked at the person huddled under the quilt, smiled secretly, and tugged the light cord beside the bed.

The room was plunged into darkness for an instant, and neither of the two spoke any more, each having their own concerns, and finally fell asleep.

The next day, when Lu Qingqing opened her eyes, many things suddenly came to her mind. She was too nervous last night, and she seemed to have forgotten to ask many questions. If she doesn't understand these things, she will not be stable in the future.

At this time, the sky outside the window had just turned white, and when he turned around, the seat beside him was already empty.

Lu Qingqing knew that she had always slept well, and she couldn't roll or turn over, so she probably wouldn't just run over to him.

So last night... was considered a peaceful coexistence, right?I hope I haven't crossed the line uncharacteristically!
She hid under the blanket and changed her clothes. When she opened the door, she saw a busy figure in the kitchen, wearing an apron, making breakfast.

(End of this chapter)