Thinking about it, I seem to see his clean face turn as red as a tomato, with a blue crystal necklace underneath, and further down...
(Some Qing: Sixteen, I can’t watch Sixteen: What do you want to do again? Some Qing:--)
It seems to be a scar, and it is still clear, but it is blocked by clothes further down.
But...the scar? It seems to be quite serious.
"Dong dong dong!"
The door suddenly rang twice, and I got out of the bed with vigilance, and sat down on the bed with my legs crossed while remaining calm.
But that fiery face seems to be obedient and continues to heat up, and the heartbeat is beating rapidly.
"I..." After Yan Yeyi changed his clothes, he looked much more energetic.
He seemed to be biting his tongue in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.
I didn’t even dare to look at him. I kept staring at his bare toes, which were a little wet, white and beautiful.
"Gulu gulu..."
A growling sound from the stomach made the awkward atmosphere even more awkward. Yan Ye stood in front of me, his handsome face looking a little shy.
"Are you hungry?" I jumped out of bed and rolled my eyes at him angrily.
What's wrong with Yan Yeyi today? It's not normal at all. It feels weird and very unpleasant.
"I..." Yan Yeyi blushed, not daring to look at me directly, and with that tactful expression, it was really cute
"Idiot, why are you pretending to be innocent? Sit here, you can play on the computer, don't mess with my things." I pushed the shy Yan Ye to the computer. It seems that there is no place in my room that is not messy.
Before he could say anything, I had already walked out of the room and came to the kitchen, God!
Do you really want me to give Ah Fu’s biscuits to him?
That guy has been really haggard these days. Could it be that he would hurt me and have an uneasy conscience? I searched the refrigerator that was already in plain view again.
Instant noodles? But will he eat this kind of junk food? That royal family with a kingdom-like wealth?
Who cares, whether you like to eat or not, you will fall down if you don’t.
"Huhuhu..." I blew on the hot paper box and got a glass of cold water from the glass bottle.
"Pfft..." But as soon as the water poured into my mouth and touched my head, I spit out water all over the floor like a jet.
What! Why is it so spicy? I picked up the glass bottle and the word "Soju" surprised me. I didn't even have to think about it. I knew it was my mother's masterpiece.