I'm afraid that moving too much will make me uncomfortable
Every time, I would freeze up, stare blankly, and kiss him dumbly, like a robot, letting him control me.
"Relax!" Yan Yeyi lightly pursed my lips, naturally grabbed my hand with one hand and placed it on his chest, letting me touch his heartbeat.
Through the thin white shirt, I could hear his rapid heartbeat from my fingertips. The frequency was no slower than mine. His violent heartbeat hit the palm of my hand, and I could vaguely feel his simple shyness.
Will Yan Yeyi be nervous too? He is shy and nervous for his kiss
This guy, his heart is beating so hard, why is he still kissing me? Doesn’t he know that he is cute like this!
A faint smell of tobacco and alcohol spread between our lips and tongues. He was teasing me restlessly, but he didn't do anything more excessive.
Withdrawing his last pursed lips, Yan Ye turned me over. He pressed me gently and leaned his face in front of me, and the air hit my face.
One hand held my right hand, and the fingers were clasped beside my head. The other hand rubbed my long hair, and looked at me quietly.
How could this be? I seem to like this feeling
"Be my wife, don't leave me, never for the rest of your life." Yan Ye buried his head in my neck, kissed my earlobe and whispered
Such ambiguous love words, my heart suddenly felt like high-concentration chocolate melted in a microwave, making it as soft as sticky jam.
Be his wife and never leave her for the rest of your life
What should I do? All the cells in my body seem to be clamoring to agree to him. Why is my heart so sweet?
But...we are destined not to be able to
"I...I'm going home." I wanted to push him away, but he was so heavy that I couldn't move.
"This will be our home from now on." Yan Yeyi, like a naughty child, playfully shook his head buried deep in my hair twice, and took a deep breath of satisfaction.
"I said I want to go home." Bastard, pretend to be stupid. As I said that, I rudely pulled his ears, trying to pull him away.