"I...wrong..." Yan Yeyi struggled to explain, but his tight body made him miserable
"You think you are a primary school student! Just admit your mistakes!" Looking at Yan Yeyi who was about to faint, I could only remain dumbfounded and didn't know what to do.
(Sixteen: Please, boss, don’t torture me at night. Mouqing: You’re dead! I’m not in a hurry about anything that’s yours, so why are you in a hurry)
I ran around the entire living room again. Water? I probably can’t drink it.
What? Only dog food, mom! Still haven’t found anything that can slow down Yan Yeyi
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Woohoo, okay! I was sure that I really had nothing to do. I ran back to Yan Sofa. I knelt down next to Yan Yeyi and could only wipe his sweat with a towel.
"It's okay." Yan Yeyi's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, but he still smiled gently and looked at me lovingly.
"Oh!" I lowered my head, not daring to look at him being tortured. He looked like that, which made me feel uncomfortable.
"Yan Yeyi" has actually been struggling to reason for a long time. Now, I still pulled his stiff hand and let him hold his face.
"Idiot!" But Yan Yeyi still couldn't control it. He threw his hand away heavily and hit it on the coffee table.
Gritting my teeth, I got up from the ground and hugged Yan Yeyi tightly. His whole body was shaking like a pitiful little animal, making him look a little painful and helpless.
"Yan Yeyi, isn't it painful?" Holding him, I had the urge to cry, as if I was afraid that this kind of hug would last until the end of the semester?
"It's okay." Yan Yeyi was held in my arms, and his trembling seemed to have been calmed down. However, I could feel that he was suppressing it deliberately.
"Yan Yeyi, I want..." Before he could react, I had kissed his lips gently, and pressed against his lips. A trace of blood was stained on my lips, even though I didn't declare my death.
, and felt the smell of his blood
Forget it, maybe it's like what Mo Yang said, isn't it just mouth touching mouth? Just treat hand touching hand. They are all part of the body anyway.
After thinking about it for a while, I felt a sudden change in my heart, so I shyly stretched out half of my head and lightly brushed his lips.
But Yan Ye was like a frightened child, and suddenly his whole body was shaken, and the hands that were holding on to the sofa gently put their arms around my waist.
It was buckled very gently, and the tremors all over the body gradually became smaller, and finally calmed down completely.