He grabbed my hand, as if he was afraid that I would pull away
The crystal mist in my eyes is still spinning. If I can't control it well, it will flow out of the corner of my eyes in the next second.
Looking at Yan Yeyi who looked like an innocent child, I burst out laughing.
Yan Yeyi like this makes people seem to love her so much
Is this guy just hungry after doing this for so long? Why does he feel weird?
Yan Ye looked at me with a smile on his face, hugged me gently, half-lying on his shoulders and arms, and quietly let him hold me, not wanting to push him away.
"Go and take a shower, I'll help you cook some noodles." Why is he hungry? Is Yin Beisha so busy that she doesn't even have time to eat? I really don't understand these rich people.
"Okay." As soon as Yan Ye walked up the stairs, he didn't forget to look back at me.
It's really strange, why does he look so tired, and why is everyone not here? Is he playing crazy?
I still have to cook noodles for him. I'm the one who's crazy. Why should I care about him? I'm not the one who's hungry. I'm asking for trouble.
He thought that crying would be the end of it! It’s really unbearable
Okay! Just be a good person one more time! After all, helping others is the foundation of happiness.
"Eggs, soy sauce...ok, done!" Looking at the bowl of fragrant rice noodles on the table, I nodded with satisfaction.
Hey! Why do you act like a housewife?
As soon as the hot noodles were brought to the dining table, the sound of Yan Yeyi's special slippers could be heard behind him. The whole house could hear that guy wearing slippers, and it was as if he was sweeping the floor.
"Yan Yeyi, where are everyone!" He turned around and looked at Yan Yeyi, his eyes drifting unconsciously.
Yan Yeyi is so sexy after bathing, with semi-dry long hair, moist skin, and soft nightgown that reveals her looming breasts. She looks very lazy.
Walking past him, I unnaturally deviated two steps
He didn't answer me, his back was turned to him so that I couldn't see his expression.
Forget it, maybe he just let me go because I helped him cook the noodles. I'd better not mess with him.
Thinking about it, I went upstairs without looking back. At the corner of the spiraling ancient staircase, I still secretly glanced back at him.
Looking down, I could just see Yan Yeyi, who was wearing a white nightgown, eating noodles seriously, as quiet as a robot.
"Huh!" Facing the figure not far away, I snorted and angrily returned to the room.