That time in Cafiluo, the woman he was holding deliberately exposed her big breasts to him, and he also said that she had no appetite for green vegetables.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Han Yixing felt a hint of anger rising in his heart.
Smelly pervert, since you have no appetite, if you dare to touch me again in the future, I will stomp on you! I washed the foam off my body indiscriminately, but I couldn't wash away the strange feeling.
But she knew clearly in her heart that she minded if he hugged other women.
I put on my pajamas, but I was a little afraid to go out.[
Is he still in her room? He should have gone back to his own room, right? He bit his lip and lingered at the door.
"Little guy, if you don't come out, I'm going to go in and arrest you!"
His words came through only one door. Han Yixing was startled and felt that the door was starting to get hot. She covered her chest and calmed down, wanting to ask him why he still didn't leave?
On second thought, usually when she asks this question, he is even less likely to leave.
So, with a deliberately cold expression on his face, he opened the door and walked out. Ignoring him, he combed his hair, picked up a book, and got into bed.
Meng Beichen was stunned. The little guy was angry? He dared to ignore him.
He laughed a little, not understanding why she had lost her temper again. He walked over and lay down next to her. He naturally wanted to sleep with her, but she still didn't look at him.
Meng Beichen raised his eyebrows, stretched out his legs and put them on her body, and hugged her with long arms and legs, "Baby, what are you reading?"
Han Yixing's heart skipped a beat when he hugged her like this, but he pretended to be calm and tried to hide away. He held her tightly, how could he let her go? He wanted to see what this girl was doing.
What the hell?
"You can't see what you're looking at. Let go! You're not allowed to touch me!" She kicked him, turned around, and ignored him again.
"Who's messing with you again, little guy? Did you just fall in the shower? You'd have known that I wouldn't go out and help you wash."
He deliberately reminded her of what had just happened, burying his face in her neck and smiling softly. He also pressed some shallow kisses and smelled the unique soft scent of her body.
Han Yixing's pretense of calmness was suddenly defeated. He kissed her lightly on the neck. It felt like a feather brushing against her heart. It was itchy, but it could suffocate her breathing.
"Uncle Se, please let me go, I, I feel very uncomfortable."