"Specially, I want to hug you." Yin Yijie looked at me, his voice was not loud, but the timbre was complex, even rough because of the rich content.
I was speechless and stood at the end of the bed, not wanting to go there.
Such a boring farce makes me angry.
I used to have no resistance to it, but don’t people become immune after being sick for a long time?
If I don't react after being tormented by him for so long, then I am slow to react, mentally retarded, and mentally retarded.[
Could it be that repeating lines from romantic dramas like this a few times will solve the problem?
This is not Amitabha.
"Ke'er, just give me a hug. I really want to give her a hug." The look in Yin Yijie's eyes didn't seem like he was joking.
But so what? I’m not kidding, I said:
"You don't have to trick me into using the tricks of playboys to kidnap underage girls.
I am twenty-one now, not twelve. If you like little lolita, you can find another target.
Don’t forget, you are still serving your sentence!”
Yin Yijie's eyes darkened, he opened his eyes and looked out the window
There is actually some distance between the bed and the window. Looking at it this way, there is only a crown of tall nanmu trees, with a few birds occasionally parked on it.
I followed Yin Yijie's gaze for a moment, then turned back and found that Yin Yijie seemed to be struggling, struggling internally.
Maybe, he didn't like to say such love words before. I think, it seems that he used to
His appearance is just like now, his skin is obviously clean, but there is always a cold and dark color. It only lights up when he is happy, otherwise
Yin Yijie studied the bird for a while, turned his head, shrugged his shoulders, then looked up at me and said:
"Just let me hug you, okay? I'm so worried about losing you. I know it's my problem, but I
Ke'er, let me hug you...I really want to hug you..."
Yin Yijie's tone was almost begging, and there was a real sadness in it.
This feeling is damn uncomfortable. You must know that when the fourth master of Chenxiangting was about to sentence him a few days ago, he didn't say anything and just emphasized that it was a misunderstanding.
The night before, when he was kneeling on the washboard, he kept his back straight. That's what makes him proud. Why?