Chapter 9: Foreplay: If you can't stop the pig, you must stop obediently
Yan Yeyi's lazy face suddenly frowned slightly, and his black eyeballs with amber pupils turned up and down.
He looked at me coldly but soon regained his playful and unruly demeanor.
"Fountain, it's quite comfortable to soak in!" Yan Yeyi could see a mischievous smile through his white-rimmed eyes.
"Uh! Not bad!" He put his wet head close to the beaten face.
"Then..." he blinked, "Dear hubby, do you want to take a dip too!"
"Bang..." Another burst of water splashed around me, and I threw Yan Yeyi, who was dazed for half a second, into the fountain pool with a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw.
There were screams all around, and Yan Yeyi was still staring at me in astonishment in the water, as if no one believed the facts in front of him...even I couldn't believe it!
"Whoosh--", I sprinted away from the scene of the accident at a speed of 100 meters! God! I missed it... I missed it...
"Stop..." Yan Yeyi's angry roar sounded behind him
"If you don't stop, the pig will just stand still!"
After running to a safe area, he turned back and put his hands to his mouth and shouted. You could see Yan Yeyi's dark face and the blue light on his nose flashing wildly.
There are dark clouds gathering around us, the prelude to the storm! I, Han Qing, still have a bright future??? I don’t want to die so early.
He curled his lips, uh! "Can't you stop?" Why do you feel so awkward? Huh-no matter! I'm running away--
"La la la" he twisted his little butt and hummed a tune, holding his embarrassed body and walking alone on the tree-lined road back to the dormitory.
"Ah chirp--" A gust of autumn wind swept by, and I sneezed for the 17th time in an uncoordinated manner. I didn't know but Yan Yeyi "thought" that I still had a cold...
"Whoosh--" A sky blue Ferrari sports car with a convertible top blew wildly past me like a gust of wind, stirring up a gust of fallen leaves.
"Whoosh--" There was another gust of wind, and a dazzling red Lamborghini sports car with a sports car stopped in front of me.
"Qing, come up quickly." Jinbao waved to me excitedly. Hitomi Goha from the passenger seat nodded gently to me.
"Pumping..." The heart is beating erratically again
Yan Ye, who was sitting in the driver's seat with a gloomy look on his face, beat his fingers regularly on the turntable, struggling...
"Whoosh--" The moment my fingertips touched the car door, the car sped away like lightning.
Jinbao turned around and gave me an innocent look.
"Yan Yeyi, you and I are at odds with each other." "Pa ta" the crow flying in front of his forehead "sent" a white bomb.
As soon as he walked through the door with his tired body, he saw Yan Ye, all casual, on the sofa with his legs crossed and rubbing his hair.
He glanced at me coldly without saying anything. I had ruined my image in front of so many people. He probably scolded me a thousand times in his heart.
"Go take a hot bath first!" Hitomi Kaaba walked towards me holding a cup of foggy coffee and said softly.
"Okay, okay." I don't know why, but when I saw Hitomi Kaaba's gentle eyes, my heart felt like a marshmallow, soft and sweet.