"Then I'll go back to my room." She tried to pull her hand away again, and felt that the thing had gotten bigger. She was frightened and frightened, and just wanted to run away. This time, he didn't stop him. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip.
He hugged her tightly and turned over.
Han Yixing didn't dare to move, but still wanted to leave. For a long time, there was only the sound of heavy breathing in her ears. She heard her heart pounding. The slightest movement, he immediately hugged her tightly.
"Um, are you feeling uncomfortable?" When she said this, she almost bit off her tongue.
Meng Beichen snorted, "What do you think? You tortured little guy, sooner or later I will be tortured to the point of going crazy by you."
"Then I will stay in my room from now on, and I won't provoke you anymore." However, didn't he think he was in bad shape? Why would he still react? This is a question that he would not dare to ask even to death.[
"No!" After hearing this, he immediately turned sideways and glared at her. After a while, he said in a low voice: "When will you nod? You are still blaming me, right?"
Han Yixing blinked, and her heart suddenly became chaotic. She didn't know, she didn't want to, but it seemed that she was completely out of control.
"Go to sleep." He sighed deeply, took her hand and put it on his waist. It had been a long time since he held her to sleep like this, and it finally felt comforting.
Han Yixing's face was buried in his chest. He had just taken a shower. There was a faint scent of shower gel on his body, which made him feel very comfortable. He rubbed his face with it.
He raised the corners of his mouth and complained, "It's not comfortable to hold her."
"Damn girl, I'll give you a truckload of bears someday!"
………
Over the weekend, Han Yixing took a long nap. When he opened his eyes, he was faced with a bronze chest. The neckline of his pajamas was slightly open, giving people a vague feeling.
She raised her eyes and met a pair of doting eyes. He was holding a morning newspaper in his hand and was lying lazily next to her.
"woke up?"
He threw the newspaper with one hand and wanted to kiss her. Han Yixing hurriedly backed away, "First, I didn't brush my teeth. Second, if you don't want to feel uncomfortable anymore."
With a serious face, he stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of his eyes.
After hearing this, Meng Beichen almost wanted to reach out and pinch her, but in the end he could only glare at her bitterly, "Hurry up and take a shower and change clothes. I will take you to a good place later."