The Young Urban Doctor

When Ling Ruonan was struggling, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin still sat back to back leisurely on the chairs shaded by the willows in Yuanmingyuan, eating and chatting.

"Senior sister, have you recovered some strength?" Luo Ziling felt very comfortable with Yang Qingyin's soft back leaning against him, and he hoped that the two could sit and chat like this forever. But seeing that it was getting dark and it was too early, so I asked in a low voice.

Yang Qingyin relaxed his body comfortably, putting the weight of her entire body on Luo Ziling's back, but her physical strength was still not fully recovered.

She felt lazy all over and didn't want to move.

But she also saw that it was late, and it was getting chilly, and the park was about to close for a while, it was impossible to sit like this all the time. So after listening to Luo Ziling's question, he immediately agreed, "It's better, or else, let's go out first, and we will be locked in for a while."

Although she said that, she didn't make any movements, and she still leaned on Luo Ziling's back.

After a while, she slowly retracted her strength and sat upright.

Luo Ziling also stood up, quickly picked up some garbage after eating, threw it into a nearby garbage can, and then greeted Yang Qingyin to get up.

Yang Qingyin picked up the bag placed in front of him, smiled at Luo Ziling, and stood up.

I don't know if it was because of sitting for too long, nerve compression, or other reasons. When Yang Qingyin stood up, her feet suddenly softened, and after a low exclamation, her body crooked.

Fearing that Yang Qingyin would fall, Luo Ziling, who saw this situation, hurriedly stretched out his arm to help, and wrapped her waist.

Yang Qingyin's body is not plump, it can even be said to be thin, very slim, with very slender waist.

When circling Yang Qingyin's waist, Luo Ziling even thought of a poem: "Chu's waist is slender and light in the palm."

"Senior Sister, you are too thin," there was no accident when he was around Yang Qingyin's waist. Luo Ziling didn't have any profanity, but he couldn't help but teased: "Beauty in the world, you are a stranger. , Feiyan on the palm. Don’t ask for a slim waist too much, health is the first thing."

Being surrounded by Luo Ziling's waist, Yang Qingyin only felt a tremor in his body, his strength seemed to disappear all at once, and he naturally leaned in his arms, but quickly struggled out.

"Boy, you actually used Liu Sanbian's poems to make fun of me." After getting up from Luo Ziling's arms with a blushing face, Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a cross-eyed smile and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't make fun of people, I You are born thin, not on a deliberate diet."

"Since Comrade Xuejie said so, then I can only persuade you to work hard to make your body healthier, and I will help you." After saying this, Luo Ziling asked curiously: "You also like Liu Yong's words. ?"

"Could it be that you are allowed to like it?" Yang Qingyin has adjusted his emotions and looked at Luo Ziling with a smile, "Do you think I can only be immersed in Li Yi'an's sentimentality?"

"Liu Yong's sentimentality is the same type as Li Qingzhao!"

"It's still not the same, at least the writing angles are different," Yang Qingyin did not deny Luo Ziling's statement. After thinking about it, Qingyin just used Luo Ziling to make fun of her masterpiece.

"Liandili, Jingu Garden, Pingkang Alley, touch the prosperous place, day after day madness, not to be underestimated, Cunxin eyes.

A beautiful woman, a layman in the sky, Feiyan in the palm. Xiang Daiyan, one by one is a wonderful choice. Long is addicted to wine and stumbling on flowers.

What a pity, Shujing pavilion, the summer day sleeps. The frosty moon night is cool, the snow flies towards the sky, the one-year-old scenery is as good as you can, and you can enjoy a feast.

Counted as a floating matter, in a flash of time, a famous eunuch. Are laughing, try to disperse temporarily. But I hate the rain and worry about the clouds, the earth is far away. "

This is the famous Song Dynasty poet Liu Yong's masterpiece "The Phoenix Return to the Cloud". Yang Qingyin liked it very much and wrote a long essay with this term. I didn't expect Luo Ziling to make fun of her with the sentence in this term casually today.

"I like this poem, too," Luo Ziling couldn't help being a little surprised when Yang Qingyin could not think that Yang Qingyin could utter this word completely, and it was quite emotional. "It seems that we have a lot of the same interests."

Yang Qingyin returned a smiling face, but after she said the word silently again, her face suddenly changed.

"It's a floating matter, in a flash of time, a famous eunuch. I was laughing, trying to disperse temporarily. But I hate the rain and the clouds, the earth is far away." These words made her feel very uncomfortable.

When writing essays with this word as the inscription before, she was sad for these words, but the sadness at the time was far less touching than what she is now. "I am laughing, try to disperse temporarily," these short sentences made her feel sad that she couldn't express in words.

Can't tell the reason, suddenly feel.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Yang Qingyin's face suddenly changed and his face was solemn, Luo Ziling was taken aback and asked quickly: "Is not feeling well?"

"No," Yang Qingyin shook his head with a smile, "Maybe I have been sitting for too long, my head is a little dizzy, and I'm fine now."

"I said you are too weak, I still don't believe it," Luo Ziling joked with a smile, and was a little embarrassed: "Maybe you have walked too much, and you are tired? Or, I will carry you out?"

"No," Yang Qingyin blushed and shook his head, "It's okay, let's go!"

Luo Ziling didn't force it, and walked slowly outside with her.

As they walked, they talked casually.

However, Luo Ziling soon discovered that Yang Qingyin was walking more and more slowly, as if his physical strength was overwhelming.

"My feet hurt a bit~www.NovelMTL.com~ Let's go slowly," Yang Qingyin smiled embarrassedly when she saw Luo Ziling had been paying attention to her.

"Don't be aggressive, I'll hug you out," Luo Ziling said. Before Yang Qingyin could react, a princess hugged her in her arms.

Yang Qingyin didn't expect Luo Ziling to make a sudden attack, so he screamed unexpectedly, and wrapped his arms around his waist naturally.

"Let me down," she asked, blushing.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly shy guy is so courageous.

"It's okay, I'm not tired, you are so light, I can carry you out with one hand," Luo Ziling didn't let go, feeling so warm and moist in his arms, he finally took Yang Qingyin up boldly, why Will put her down? Looking at her delicate face, breathing the fragrance from her body, and feeling the softness and trembling when the two of them were in contact, he felt that there was nothing better than this.

Yang Qingyin struggled twice and didn't struggle to come out, so she had to admit her fate.

In fact, she was not very resistant to being held by Luo Ziling like this.

Feeling the strength of his body, and breathing the scent of man emanating from him, she felt a little drunk.

So Luo Ziling held Yang Qingyin like this and walked slowly towards the entrance of the scenic spot.

The distance between the face and the face was too close, the body was hugged together, and the eyes were accidentally contacted, which made Yang Qingyin blush naturally.

Luo Ziling couldn't help getting drunk with her extremely shy look.

He couldn't help but want to kiss Yang Qingyin's face or her delicate lips...