Cen Xiruo gradually clarified her thoughts and wanted to raise her hand, but found that there was a heavy object on the back of her hand. She lowered her head and looked -
( ⊙ o ⊙ )! Is there any mistake? It’s Ji, Ji Shaofeng?!
How could he sleep next to his bed? Their hands were still tightly held together!?
Ji Shaofeng, who had always been sleeping lightly, was awakened by her small and medium movements. Their eyes met, and there was an inexplicable feeling burning in the air.
"Is there any painting on my face that makes you stare at it so closely?" The eldest young master said in a low tone and his face was not good-looking. Firstly, it was because he slept on the edge of the bed all night and he really felt uncomfortable. Secondly, he felt a little uncomfortable.
The element of irritation.
Cen Xiruo swallowed weakly, "Um...why are you in my room?"
"Haha!" The eldest young master said with a smile, "Then you have to ask yourself. You grabbed my hand in the middle of the night and screamed that it hurt, and refused to let me go. Why did you forget?"
What!? You grabbed his hand and didn’t let him go??
Could it be that I had a stomachache yesterday and was so confused that I couldn't speak at all?
There was a thin layer of sweat on the palms of the two people because they had been holding each other for a long time. Cen Xiruo wanted to withdraw his hand, but when she thought about how this arrogant and arrogant boy had wronged her to take care of herself, she couldn't express her feelings.
move.
"Hey, thanks for last night!"
Ji Shaofeng raised his eyebrows, "Hello? Is this what you call your benefactor? Huh?"
Then what should she say, Shaofeng? It seems that they haven’t matured to that stage yet! (Xian Shen: They’ve kissed countless times, but they’re still not familiar? Cen: I was forced...)
"Then what do you want, really..." Cen Xiruo muttered dissatisfied.
"Why don't you pledge yourself to me?" Looking at her shy little face, Ji Shaofeng let go of her little hands, leaned over and put his hands on both sides of her head, imprisoning her between the bed and her chest.
"You, what are you doing!" He was so close, she could even clearly feel the breath from his nose hitting her neck.
Just the next second, Ji Shaofeng made an unexpected move!
He slowly lowered his head, pushed the hair away from her face, and then slowly moved closer to her forehead until their foreheads were tightly pressed together.
Cen Xiruo stared blankly at the handsome face in front of her, because the distance was so close that she could even count his eyelashes!