Han Yixing looked at the room full of flowers and giggled. He used to think he was quite domineering, but sometimes, that domineering style was a bit cute.
"Haha, Abu, if Meng Beichen knew that I used cute to describe him, I don't know how angry he would be. But his words don't count at all. Even if I hug him, he will be just as angry.
However, I will never allow what happened today to happen in the future. Ricky and I can only be good friends."
After muttering to herself and feeling some inexplicable melancholy, she put all the flowers in a bunch of flowers and took the rest to the bathroom. She picked them one by one and put them into the bathtub to take a petal bath.
Think about it, it’s really a waste...[
After Meng Beichen took a shower and changed clothes, he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room and smoked. He remembered that not long ago, the first time she came to his room was because of her mother.
At that time, she actually fell asleep while sitting here. However, at that time, she was only thinking about how to leave him, right?
But what about now? Has the little guy changed? Or is the person she likes actually like Gretsch? In her eyes, he is just a perverted uncle, ten years older than her. For the first time, he feels a little old.
.
He smiled bitterly, but the irritability in his heart did not subside. The cigarette burned his hand, so he threw it out of the window, lightly brushed his slightly damp and messy hair, got up and walked towards the third floor.
I just deliberately left her at the door, but now I still want to see her, Meng Beichen, you are really in trouble, and you are in the hands of an underage girl.
Is this pedophilia or something? He continued to smile bitterly.
Meng Beichen was not in the habit of knocking on doors wherever he went. This time when he opened the door, he still didn't see her figure. The originally simple room was decorated by her in a childish and dreamy way like a little princess.
She likes pink, white, and a series of light-colored things.
His eyes glanced in the direction of the bathroom, a faint smile appeared, a little evil, and his feet walked towards that direction.
When he held the doorknob, his heart beat a little faster, but there was no sound from inside. Sometimes he felt that he was asking for trouble. He knew clearly that he couldn't touch her yet, but he still wanted to provoke her like a moth to the flame.
Ichiban.
Then make yourself so horny that you run away again?