Yi Yao was right for a while. If it weren't for the disparity in power between men and women, she would have really wanted to punch Wei Heng.
I really don't know how Wei Heng got such an irritating mouth, so Yi Yao glared at him.
Yi Yao, who had lost his good temper, also lost his patience with Wei Heng, so he simply put down his chopsticks and confronted him.
"Wei Heng, if you have something to say, just say it and don't be disrespectful here."
But he heard Wei Heng speak slowly, "What if I said, I just want to sit here and watch you eat."
Hearing this, Yi Yao was startled and couldn't help but whisper, "Crazy."
Yi Yao was too lazy to waste time with Wei Heng here, so he chose to ignore it and started eating.
However, during the meal, Yi Yao could always feel a fiery gaze staring at him.
This made Yi Yao, who had a strong appetite, no longer interested in enjoying the food in front of him, and was somewhat unable to swallow it.
Yi Yao turned sideways, gave Wei Heng a back kick, and ate up all the noodles.
"belch……"
Just as Yi Yao was about to speak, a burping sound echoed throughout the living room.
In an instant, Yi Yao's face turned red, and she was so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to get in.
He closed his eyes and couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Yi Yao, Yi Yao, you are so embarrassed that you have been thrown into grandma's house."
However, in front of Wei Heng, Yi Yao did not show the slightest embarrassment and cleared his throat, pretending to be calm.
"After eating, I'm going back to sleep now. Do you still want to follow me?"
Yi Yao reached a dead end with her words. She didn't believe Wei Heng could be so shameless, but she underestimated him.
Wei Heng shrugged, and his faint tone reached Yi Yao's ears, "Why not."
These three short words made Yi Yao sound particularly unbeatable. She really hated Wei Heng with all her teeth.
Yi Yao had planned for a long time, but in the end there was nothing she could do against Wei Heng. She couldn't afford to offend him, but she could afford to hide.
Afterwards, Yi Yao almost didn't stop at all, and hurried towards the kitchen with the bowl and chopsticks in hand.
There was a sudden bang!
Yi Yao didn't notice the table next to her, and her thigh accidentally hit it, causing her to grimace in pain.
"Hiss!" Yi Yao couldn't help but scream in pain.
Seeing this, Wei Heng rushed over, took the bowl and chopsticks from Yi Yao's hand, and placed them on the table nearby.
Wei Heng picked up Yi Yao and walked directly to the bedroom upstairs without giving the other party a chance to react.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" Yi Yao struggled, feeling uncomfortable everywhere in Wei Heng's arms.
"do not move."
Wei Heng shouted coldly without saying a single unnecessary word, which lowered the temperature of the entire room.
bedroom.
Wei Heng placed Yi Yao on the bed, his movements cautious and cautious, as if the other person was a rare treasure.
"Take off your pants." Wei Heng ordered.
When Wei Heng said this, Yi Yao quickly thought of herself and refused the other party's request without saying a word, "I don't."
Well aware of Yi Yao's persistence, Wei Heng narrowed his eyes and looked down at him condescendingly, with threats in his words.
"If you don't want to, then I don't mind doing it myself."
Yi Yao's face turned red and she retorted angrily, "Can you please stop looking for trouble here?"
It was just a small bump at first, but Wei Heng's posture made it look like Yi Yao had broken his leg.
Yi Yao was too lazy to get used to Wei Heng's bad habits, "Stop that domineering look of yours, I'm going back to sleep."
After speaking, Yi Yao stood up and walked towards the door. Although her legs still hurt slightly, she didn't care.
Wei Heng's order was ignored, and with a wave of his hand, he held Yi Yao up in the air and threw her onto the bed.
"Take it off and I'll give you some medicine." Wei Heng was still stubborn and seemed particularly awkward with Yi Yao's concern.
Yi Yao rubbed her aching temples. She really couldn't resist Wei Heng, so she had no choice but to comply with his wishes.
"Okay, then let me change into a pair of shorts." This was the only way Yi Yao could think of to avoid embarrassment.
Wei Heng rarely refused. He picked out a piece of his own pants from the closet and threw it to Yi Yao.
"Put it on."
The corners of Yi Yao's mouth twitched, and he picked up his pants and looked them up and down, with hesitation on his face.
[What should I do? Do I really want to wear it?]
Perhaps sensing Yi Yao's thoughts, Wei Heng added, "Don't worry, this is new."
Yi Yao rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom. After a while, he appeared in Wei Heng's shorts.
Wei Heng's pants were unusually wide for Yi Yao, like a child wearing an adult's clothes.
Yi Yao revealed a pair of straight and well-proportioned legs, and her skin looked fairer under the light.
This scene fell in Wei Heng's eyes, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He had always known that Yi Yao had an excellent figure.
But it's rare to see Yi Yao wearing clothes that reveal her curves. Now that I see it, I can only feel amazed.
Looking at Wei Heng's expression, Yi Yao's ears turned slightly red, "What are you looking at? Don't you need some medicine?"
Yi Yao's words brought Wei Heng back to his senses, he took out the medicine box from the cabinet and motioned for the other person to sit by the bed.
However, when Wei Heng was about to look for the wound, he couldn't see any traces, only a slight redness.
Wei Heng's hand holding the cotton swab hung in the air, a little at a loss, and he remembered Yi Yao's sarcasm.
"Third Master, where is the wound?"
Yi Yao stared at Wei Heng, wanting to see how the other party would justify himself.
Yi Yao knew very well what he had just encountered, and Wei Heng had obviously been making a fuss out of a molehill.
The atmosphere became increasingly awkward. Wei Heng quickly reacted, threw the cotton swab aside, and met Yi Yao's gaze.
"Who said I have to give you medicine?"
Wei Heng's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light, and he leaned forward, slowly approaching Yi Yao.
With his hands on the bed, Yi Yao was trapped in Wei Heng's arms, unable to escape, like a caged animal.
Yi Yao swallowed subconsciously, feeling a little nervous for no reason, "Wei Heng, I'm warning you not to mess around."
At this time, Yi Yao kept leaning back, her waist was extremely stiff, and her eyes were filled with anger.
Wei Heng raised his hand and lightly traced Yi Yao's legs, raising one corner of his mouth with a bit of nonchalance.
A lazy voice sounded in Yi Yao's ears, "Even if I mess around, what can you do to me?"
Yi Yao couldn't stand Wei Heng's torturous provocation, so she pushed him away with all her strength.
"You can't even hope to succeed!"
Wei Heng was unprepared and was pushed far away by Yi Yao. After he stood firm, the opponent had already disappeared.
Looking at the direction Yi Yao was leaving, Wei Heng had a fond smile in his eyes and murmured to himself, "Oh, what a silly girl."