What on earth is Yan Yeyi doing? Didn't he hold such a luxurious confession scene for Yin Beisha in front of more than 10,000 people today? Why are you saying such things to me now?
"Honey, I'm sorry today." Yan Yeyi asked me to look straight into his eyes, his tone was serious and sincere, and his purple pupils were as bright as flying snow.
"I'll give you time to forgive me, but... before that, I want to kiss you enough. No... my wife can't get enough kisses in her life. If you kiss me for an hour, I will never let you go!"
Yan Yeyi said, turning me over and placing me gently on the bed, with his entire upper body pressed against me.
"Yan Ye..."
Before I finished speaking, Yan Yeyi stopped me with his finger.
His naughty fingers gently touched my lips, curling up his evil curves evilly.
"Be good, don't be shy. If you resist, just call me husband."
Yan Yeyi had already pulled up the quilt and covered him on his back. He turned off the white light, leaving only the warm desk lamp, and the whole house became dim.
The hazy blackness in my pupils made my heart beat faster and I felt a little overwhelmed.
"Yan Yeyi, don't...don't...want me, okay?" Being pressed under his body, I was like a bird in trouble, unable to move, and even speaking could not help but tremble.
"Girl, I won't let you go." Yan Yeyi picked up the pillow and asked me to lie down in a comfortable position.
"Huh? I mean no...um." Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was blocked by his soft lips.
An electric current immediately paralyzed the boiling cells in the body
I stared blankly at Yan Yeyi's vague eyes.
"Close your eyes..." Yan Yeyi shouted softly from the gap between his lips.
I had to close my eyes obediently
The rain is still falling outside the window, and the warm-colored desk lamp is quietly glowing
"Haha, you idiot, don't think about those things." Yan Yeyi suddenly turned to the side and laughed at me
"Yan Yeyi, are you kidding me?" Yan Yeyi's smile gradually faded and seemed a little sad. Why does my heart feel inexplicably uncomfortable when I look at Yan Yeyi like this?
Is this heartache? Those so-called heartaches in soap operas, but why should I feel heartache for him!
"Don't you care about what happened today? Are you still curious about Sakura?" Yan Yeyi looked at me lightly, his eyes like a wounded bird, sad and helpless.
"Why should I care? That's your business!" I care, I'm curious, but I don't want to ask, and I don't dare to ask.
I hope that one day you will take the initiative to tell me
"I don't care!" Yan Ye turned his head to one side so that I couldn't see his expression, as if he was talking to himself.
"Yan Yeyi, let me watch you sleep, okay?" Now I realize that the whole world is in chaos. Maybe when I wake up, everything will be a dream.
"Okay" Yan Yeyi responded softly, then nestled in the bed and fell asleep quietly.
Yan Yeyi, what sad past do you have? Why do your eyes always hide pain that no one can see through?
Looking at his charming face like a Shura, his eyes gradually blurred with sleep.
Oh my god! Sleeping with contact lenses is really torture.