Chapter 440: The girl is not good: you should be quiet
"No one is allowed to die, let me die!"
Like a seriously ill person who is terminally ill and will die soon, I raised my little head pitifully, trying to see Yan Yeyi's anxiety clearly.
Why, didn't he want me to get out? Why were you pretending to be so nervous?
The night outside the car window is filled with cold air. Hiding in his arms, it seems as if the road in front of you is the passage leading to Naihe Bridge. You will not be lonely.
"I seem to be happy..."
"Be good, don't talk, don't talk about death"
"You are not allowed to say anything without my approval."
I felt so inexplicably open that I almost told him that I liked him. Fortunately, even if he misunderstood my "happy" as "death", what was I doing? Was my brain really burned out?
How could you think of saying that you like him? It's crazy.
Yes, that's right, I definitely want to die, well, that must be like this
Yan Yeyi drove the car, and the night scene in the suburbs gradually became filled with stars-like lights.
"Oops! It's so hot. Stop the car quickly. It's so hot." The active cells seemed to be transferred from the Antarctic to the equator in an instant. The heat all over my body made me breathless.
I seemed to struggle out of his arms, but my weak body could not exert any strength.
It was hot, hot, as hot as being on a stove. Yanye hugged me tighter, not letting me break away from him. I had no choice but to pull my clothes in his arms.
"Be calm." When Yan Ye saw me wanting to take off my clothes, he stopped the car, grabbed my hand, and arranged my clothes.
"I'm so hot! I'm so hot, you...well" I tried hard to compete with him, but my fists and legs were like a mantis blocking the car, and I was overestimating my ability.
I yelled, and my mouth was suddenly kissed by him.
My burning body felt like it was being added to the fire, and a rush of hot blood rushed into my heart.
Bastard, he burns me to death! He even kissed me at the critical moment. Is he just because I'm not hot enough or is he suffering from kissing syndrome?
"Wife, be good and stop talking about death."
Yan Yeyi let go of me and stroked my hot face with his driving hand. A touch of coldness immediately stimulated my nerves. It was cool and very comfortable.
Looking at Yan Yeyi's loving eyes, I nodded obediently, nestled back into his arms, and listened to his heartbeat.
She held his waist with her hands to help him drive better
"Be good! Don't be afraid, I will always be here."
Yan Yeyi started the car again. Without my noise, the car flew faster on this straight night road.