地震时怎样保护自己

When Lu Weixi woke up, she couldn’t help complaining about the instigator. In such hot weather, she still had to pick out a high-collared long-sleeved outfits to wear and she didn’t dare wear a short skirt.

The instigator, Qin Zhiyou, came out from the bathroom, watching her rummage around. Now, it was summer. High-collared long-sleeved clothes were all packed away inside.

He leisurely walked to the edge of the bed, tilted his head to watch her struggle on her tiptoes to reach something, and finally asked, “What are you trying to get?”

“The high-collared long sleeves inside.”

Qin Zhiyou scoffed, “Your legs are so short, what can you reach?”

… Where were her legs short? She was 165 cm tall, the average height for a woman. And while her proportions may not be like a supermodel’s, she definitely had long legs. How dare Qin Zhiyou call her legs short!

Qin Zhiyou rose, walked behind her, his body brushing against hers. Before Lu Weixi could react, his long arm stretched out and grabbed the clothes she couldn’t even reach on her tiptoes—and then placed it up even higher.

Now, she couldn’t reach it no matter what. Lu Weixi was furious, she turned to confront him, “What are you doing?”

Qin Zhiyou squinted, unhappy with her reprimand. Just then, footsteps sounded outside of the room, and he turned his head to call out, “We’ve got some old clothes here, can you help us throw them out?”

“Qin Zhiyou.” Lu Weixi glared at him. If it weren’t for her wearing a spaghetti strap top revealing her fair and delicate complexion, and a few traces of coquettish weakness lingered in her angry eyes, her glare might have been more fierce.

“Are you planning to wear this trash?”

Qin Zhiyou bathed in her furious glares and spoke calmly.

Lu Weixi was even more annoyed now. She was wearing a spaghetti strap top! It was the middle of summer, did he think she wanted to wear high-collared, long-sleeved clothes?

“Why are you looking at me? Do I look that handsome?” Qin Zhiyou leaned against the wardrobe with one arm, while the other hand touched his face narcissistically.

—She really wanted to punch his annoying face.

Qin Zhiyou leaned forward, his upper body pressing down until his face was just over ten centimeters from hers: “I do have an idea that could make you look smart and not reveal any marks.”

Lu Weixi was a bit skeptical, but found his face too close for comfort, she uncomfortably averted her eyes, “What’s the idea?”

A puzzling smile appeared on Qin Zhiyou’s face: “You know I’m a businessman, everything I have comes with a price. No matter what idea, what do you have in return?”

After saying this, Qin Zhiyou casually sat down on the edge of the bed and even nonchalantly started flipping through a magazine as if he didn’t care, “After all, it’s not my image that’s going to be tarnished.”

Lu Weixi remained skeptical for a long time and Qin Zhiyou didn’t move at all, comfortably flipping through the magazine.

Time ticked by, they had messed around too intensely the night before and now it was already nine thirty. The wedding ceremony would begin at twelve o’clock, and generally guests would arrive to take their seats by eleven thirty. At three o’clock in the afternoon, there’s a foundation laying ceremony to attend.

She thought for a while, sat next to Qin Zhiyou, and kissed him on his cheek.

“Okay now?”