Marriage by Agreement, Focus on Participation [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 63

The second generation of the Christmas elk version is thinner than usual.

He kept a distance of about half a meter from Qi Ye, holding a beautifully shaped red apple with his slender white fingers.

Qi Ye didn't answer it right away, his wrist hanging in mid-air swayed slightly, and there was a crisp and delicate bell sound.

The little red cloak made his cheeks pink. The clothes probably matched him. A red ribbon was tied around his snow-white neck, and a large golden bell jingled on it.

He has small bells strung around his wrists and ankles.

Originally, there was a music box in his pocket that was only played all the way. He thought that Qi Ye might be afraid of noise, so he turned it off before entering the door.

Looking from Qi Ye's position, his lips were also redder than usual, his deep black eyelashes were slightly curved, and there seemed to be sparkles in his eyes.

"Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye took a sip of the half-cold fruit tea on the table, unmoved, "Are you the last one to give me this apple?"

Fu Wan was sent from bottom to top according to the floor. Qi Ye was the last one in Xinyu Game's office on the top floor, and there was nothing wrong with it.

So Fu Wan nodded and said yes.

Then he saw that his brother's face seemed to be dark for a moment, and even his eyes were dimmed, like a night when the moon was dark and the wind was high, and he couldn't see his fingers.

"But your apples are different." Fu Wan hurriedly remedied, "Your apples are not real."

Qi Ye was even more unhappy: "You gave me the plastic one?"

"What, this one is made of chocolate." Fu Wan rubbed her clean fingertips against the apple's coat, and a blush spread on her fingertips, "I made it myself in the DIY workshop, and I trimmed the outline several times. Come on." Where can I find such a round and beautiful real apple?"

"Try it, I washed my hands before I came here." As she spoke, Fu Wan's fingertips touched Qi Ye's lips.

Qi Ye pressed his shoulders and neck against the back of the chair, paused for half a second, and opened his mouth to bite Fu Wan's fingertips.

"Okay?" Fu Wan was looking forward to his reaction.

Qi Ye said in a muffled voice, "It's okay."

A masterpiece of an art student, the pigment exceeds the standard.

It's fine as a still life, but not as food.

This is the poisonous apple of the evil queen in fairy tales, if you swallow it, you may die.

"How long has it been?" Qi Ye took the apple, but didn't eat it.

"Well, two days." After the fruits of labor were picked up, Fu Wan stood in place with peace of mind.

The shattered hair behind his ear made his neck itchy, he reached out to push it away, and a bell around his wrist rang softly.

"Then keep it." Qi Ye hooked the rope with the bell on his wrist, and led him to his side, "Keep it as a small work of art."

"Brother, I'll give it to you if you like..." Before Fu Wan finished speaking, Qi Ye put his hand on his waist, lifted the short red cloak on his upper body, and hooked the hem of his white sweater.

His legs softened, and he knelt on Qi Ye's lap, with his knees against the soft seat, and hurriedly pressed his hands on Qi Ye's heart.

The crisp ringing of bells became one piece.