Chapter 716 : How can I reward you for saving my life again?
"Will you be angry with me?"
I asked softly.
I really want to stay in his arms like this.
But if he gets angry, will he not hug me, or go out to find a woman?
Men are the most incomplete beasts, and they are even more typical. They probably will have problems if they don’t clear the memory for three days.
So, he
I don't know what to do
Yin Yijie let go of me, looked at my eyes, gently plucked my hair, one strand after another, lowered his head and kissed me.
His eyes were shining. Although he was melancholy, he was not decadent. He looked at me deeply and shook his head and said, "Ke'er is the most obedient and can't bear to leave."
The annoying man played puzzles with me again and used the trick of dealing with Yuhubiao to deal with me.
His eyes were my nemesis. He leaned softly on his shoulders. I don’t know what he meant by “I can’t bear to leave”.
However, since he shook his head, he probably won't get out of the wall.
"Save my life again, how can I reward you?"
Yin Yijie changed the topic and his expression was very serious.
Well, this is really a problem.
I pursed my lips and thought for a while, and said, "You have sacrificed your life to save me, I've resisted it."
Yin Yijie held my hand and walked slowly aside, saying:
"You are mine, and it is my responsibility to not take good care of you. Therefore, it must not be offset. Think about it carefully, no matter what you want to do or what you want, just say it."
When did I become his?
It's really not a good idea to omit this way.
I stopped, looked at him, thought it seriously, and said, "If you want it, then you can't hug others in the future. I don't want you to agree, just don't let me see it."
One, two, three
The alpine azalea actually fell down, fell on my green T-shirt, bounced up gently, and then fell on the instep of my feet and the open space in front of me.
Does even flowers like to have fun?[
Will such a life make the botanist a first-year high?
Because when the alpine azalea falls, it has a different beauty, and is called: attachment.
Yin Yijie stood opposite me and looked at me. His hands became loose and tighter, tighter and looser.