Yin Yijie is less than a foot away from me, so my pounce is actually limited, and I express more of it.
Before I could figure it out, I had already hit a wall, hit a familiar embrace, and loved me like that.
Yin Yijie froze for a moment, and his originally cold and hard body became more and more stiff like an iron sculpture in the snow. It was cold and hard, and it was so cold that it was bone-bone.
I don't care, I just want to hug it, or, I'm purely a physical habit, and my body fell in love with him, just want to get close to him.
So what if you are cold? So what if you are hard? He is my Yin Yijie, mine [
I don't know what he is mine, but Yin Yijie did not make people guess for too long.
After bent his arm, he hugged me, pressed me tightly in his arms, moved my body slightly to make me feel more comfortable (yes, this is my Yin Yijie, I will notice it at this point, I am not wrong
).
He hugged me, his head lateral to my shoulder, buried it in my shoulder, and whispered:
"Be good, you can."
I didn't move, hugging him tightly. At this moment, I just thought about it: hug him, hug him
"What's wrong? I'm vomiting so much today?"
Yin Yijie's voice was hoarse and he asked.
There are all the faint and faint emotions I imagined.
In the dull voice, there was the sadness of the wife Panghu, and there was infinite care and guilt.
Yes, when he was at home, I had almost nothing to do except for the second time I had a high fever two years ago.
I am not lucky, I am in good health, and I am very patient.
What happened this time? Why do I feel nauseous and often want to vomit? I miss you, will I vomit? I suddenly had a whim.
I don't know, I just hid in his arms and remained motionless.
I just want this, what's the point of whether I vomit or not?
What's the point of whether you are sick or not?
I just miss him, can I?
"Take good care of yourself. No matter when, you are not allowed to hurt yourself. Keer can do it."
Yin Yijie asked me to answer without any hesitation, pressed my head and said something that was incompatible with each other.
There is a ray of heat and tenderness in the palm of your hand.[
"Um."
I have always been a good baby, so he talks to me so quietly, I must listen, right?