After returning to the room, Ting Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. The three handsome men were all driven into his brother's room. If nothing happened, they could spend the night safely.
For the sake of his sister, Xiaoyu didn't tell the joke about Cheyue and the others not even wearing underwear. He was worried that Ting Qingyu's sincerity would be destroyed by his mother.
"Dong dong..."
Someone knocked on the door, and Ting Qingyu opened the door, only to see Cheyue staring at her affectionately. Xiaoyu winked at her, and Ting Qingyu quickly pulled Cheyue into the room.
Xiao Wen and Chuo Luo were sitting in Xiaoyu's room. This unfamiliar environment forced them to face reality.[
From the moment they saw the real Ting Qingyu to now, they also realized that their arrival had brought her a lot of trouble. Judging from Xiaoyu's reaction, it was difficult for people in this world to accept them, not to mention that Ting Qingyu had been coming to her all this time.
I have been trying so hard to open up the topic for them, but it seems that things have become complicated.
After Cheyue entered Ting Qingyu's room, she calmly looked at everything.
This was not an environment he was familiar with. There was no agarwood fragrance, no curtains, no bead curtains, and no window lattice. Everything seemed so strange. And the long-haired Ting Qingyu was taller than the previous Yu'er, and the same remained the same.
It's that face, those flaming eyes.
"Yu'er!" After closing the door, Che Yue hugged the person she had longed for so much, smelling the unfamiliar smell on her body, and was so excited that she couldn't say anything else.
All the sweetness, all the longing, all the love... are all vented in this hug.
His Yu'er is so real...
That day when Yu'er disappeared, he was like crazy, everything was empty, but now he suddenly felt so happy, that sweetness filled his heart, his heartbeat was thunderous, his eyes were slightly moist, and he was so excited that he couldn't help but lift Ting Qingyu up
face, kissing her deeply.
Ting Qingyu let out a soft cry, her face flushed, she had no choice, she had never been in love in modern times, this kiss was still her first kiss!
The four lips met, with endless tenderness and sweetness. Cheyue was no longer as gentle as before, with too much repressed thoughts and love. He was passionate and crazy, frantically plundering the fragrance from Ting Qingyu's mouth, occupying her domineeringly.