Their lips still rested quietly on his lips, simply touching each other
He didn't take the initiative to kiss me, he just stayed quiet and motionless until his gentle breathing hit my face, and I secretly squeezed open my eyes.
Yan Yeyi's enlarged face was a little flushed. He slightly lowered his eyelids, and his fluttering eyelashes trembled slightly, as beautiful as a phantom butterfly.
This kind of Yan Yeyi is a bit like an ignorant big boy, a little cute and astringent, and suddenly she is greedy for his lips. She just wants to kiss him quietly and is reluctant to leave.
"I didn't expect those soap operas Han Yin watched to be really effective. The effect was good." I still let go of Yan Yeyi and poured a glass of water calmly.
"Yan Yeyi, let me tell you! That's not called kissing or kissing, that's called... that's called... oops! It's a kind of artificial respiration!" I blushed, handed him the water, and defended myself.
"Yeah!" Just when I was ready to respond to him, he said "um" in a weak voice, and then started to drink water.
"Ahem..." Yan Yeyi coughed twice as if he was choked, and continued to drink all the water in the cup.
Then, we just sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the black screen TV. No one broke the silence, and the whole living room was a little unnaturally quiet.
Yan Yeyi like this makes me have the urge to beat him up, why has he become something I don’t recognize at all?
Look at the clock that originally had four corners but I changed it into five. The hour hand is already pointing at eleven o'clock.
It's so late. Could it be that Yan Yeyi won't leave? Then should I drive him away? But after he left, I stayed in a space by myself. Thinking about it, I still feel a little afraid of being alone.
"Yan Yeyi, I...I went to take a shower, you can do it yourself"
As I said that, I started to walk away and let him do whatever he wanted. If I came out and saw that he was still there, I would wait a moment. If I came out and he was gone, forget it.
"You won't love my love, I understand
When will your favorite piece of me exist?
I won't love your love and get hurt
So I would rather wait quietly
.............”
Singing this favorite song, I once again checked to see if my Winnie the Pooh pajamas were leaking.
Standing at the door of the bathroom, I was anxious to know if Yan Yeyi had left.
With my bare wet feet, I walked to the living room in a few steps