Meng Beichen heard her cry louder, and finally couldn't help but sigh and withdrew his hand. He buried his face in her neck with some frustration, and deeply smelled the sweet scent of her body.
After a long time, he gasped and said, "Xing'er, I won't hurt you."
Han Yixing's tears still couldn't stop, as if he hadn't shed all his tears last time, and his whole little face wrinkled up from crying.
Meng Beichen looked at her and didn't know what to do. He couldn't stop like this every time. He had to find a way to make her accept him psychologically.
He stretched out his hand to wipe her tears and said awkwardly: "Okay, I didn't do anything to you. Look, my hands are still bleeding." [
"Meng Beichen, I'm scared." She looked at him with tears in her eyes and asked, is it possible that she has a mental problem and will she always be like that in the future?
He continued to sigh and wipe her tears, "No, what are you afraid of? You dare to bite me, you are so brave."
"That's not what I said," she burst into tears again. Meng Beichen tried hard to suppress his desire, stretched out his hand to help her up, and said with a bitter smile: "Baby, it's me who's in pain. If this continues, I'll
I really became a monk."
After saying that, he hurriedly got up and walked to a lounge over there. Han Yixing only knew a few days ago that there was a small lounge with a bathroom attached. It turned out that Meng Beichen would rest there directly when he was tired.
Not going back to Dreamland.
She stared at his disappearing back, biting her lip in a daze at a loss. Is he a monk?
She suddenly blushed. She didn't dare to accept his touch. And was he a normal man or a perverted uncle? Will he find other women in the future?
She sat down again with a bitter face and covered her face with her hands. She really didn't know what to do?
She likes him, she even falls in love with him, but her body rejects him. What should she do? But must a man and a woman do that? She is really confused.
Meng Beichen came out of the bathroom, wearing only a white shirt on his upper body, and his open chest was still dripping with water. He wiped his hair with a towel in one hand and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she didn't leave obediently.
But the way she lay there in a daze made him feel sad.
"What are you thinking about?" He couldn't help but walk over and ask her.