Chapter 101: Possessed by the Declining God: Don't Cry
"Salala--" Yan Yeyi picked up the hair dryer and blew hot and cold air on my long, wet hair.
This is the first time that I have been seen letting down my long hair here. My long, curly hair is still like vibrant seaweed, draped softly on my back. At first glance, I look quite pretty.
I took off my white-rimmed glasses, and when Yan Ye wasn't paying attention, I quickly put on my contact lenses with black pupils, raised my head and looked at the person in the mirror again.
Yan Yeyi's naturally curly long hair was blown down her back, her semi-dry hair was dark purple, her delicate face looked a bit petite, and her big, watery eyes were shining like stars... Wow! Ben Han
Qing is still the beautiful girl she was before!
In the mirror, Yan Yeyi looked at me with a dumbfounded expression, and the movement of blowing his hair obviously paused, as if he had seen something incredible.
Then he returned to his indifferent expression and skillfully blew my long hair.
"Gululu--" I drank Xingze Haoshuer down my throat in one breath
Ahem - the speed was too fast and I accidentally choked. My face turned red. Yan Yeyi in the mirror frowned slightly and looked at the top of my head, as if he was punishing me.
I didn't speak anymore, and quietly looked at Yan Yeyi's pale face in the mirror. Every move he made seemed very cautious, and the shining diamonds on his nose embellished his entire temperament.
‘Pop’ the hair dryer switch was turned off, the only sound in the room was the leisurely female singing in the notebook, a refreshing night breeze blew up the curtains and blew over my cheeks, it was very cool and comfortable
Yan Yeyi carried me to the bed again, put me gently on the bed, stretched out his slender hands, and slowly rubbed his palms on my slapped cheeks, his eyes filled with love.
I stared blankly at his loving face, and a soreness surged into my chest and rushed into my nose. Tears were gestating under the contact lenses, and they were so painfully squeezed.
"Yan Yeyi, if you don't speak, I'm going to cry!" His voice was slowly choking unconsciously, he shrank his head in grievance, and looked at Yan Yeyi pitifully.
"Girl, don't cry." Yan Ye sat on the bed, pulled me into his arms, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and clasped them on my chest.
My long, curly hair was pushed aside by him, his pointed chin rested on my shoulder, his right cheek pressed against my left cheek, rubbing it gently, and his breath spread on my lips.