His voice was not loud, but he spoke extremely pleasantly. In Huahua's ears, these three words were entangled, and the sick person really became a little pretentious.
Huahua grabbed his restless hand: "I know, you should go to sleep."
"Do you love me?" Lingyin stroked his face, determined to find the answer.
Huahua ignored him.
"Huahua, do you love me?"
Huahua pushed his hand away: "Is this important? You should sleep peacefully now."
"It's important, I want to hear it."
"I don't want to say it." Huahua said and turned off the light.
Lingyin suddenly jumped on him and pressed him. Huahua pushed him: "What are you doing?"
"You said you love me."
Huahua glared at her: "Are you crazy? You are taking advantage of your illness to show off your power to me, right? You still checked with me at night, and now you are sick?"
"If you don't tell me, I won't sleep." Lingyin can be willful sometimes.
Huahua was speechless, "Then don't sleep. I'll sleep by myself. Anyway, it's you who suffers, not me."
Lingyin had no idea and hugged him tightly: "Then if you don't tell me, I will keep pressing on you so that you can't sleep."
"Lingyin, don't touch your nose or face!" Huahua said in a slightly louder voice.
Lingyin's limbs were pressed against Huahua: "If you don't tell me, I won't let you sleep, so I'll hold you down."
"Holy shit!" You really want to be beaten, right?
Huahua pushed him hard, but he couldn't push him. Lingyin's whole body was hot, and his brain was probably burned out. He pressed Huahua like a scoundrel, with only one desire in his mind, wanting to hear a sentence, but if he couldn't hear it, he would
It's non-stop.
"Are you really the Lingyin I know?" Huahua felt like he was possessed by something.
Lingyin was troubled and troubled: "Hurry up and say it."
"I won't say anything. How can you force someone to do something like that?" It's totally unreasonable. How can anyone use such deceitful means to force others to say "I love you"? And he doesn't even know if he is a spiritual lover.
hidden!
Lingyin actually pinched Huahua's nose in the next second, causing Huahua to breathe through her mouth.
"What! What on earth do you want to do?"
"If you don't tell me, I won't let you breathe through your nose." Lingyin continued to threaten.
Huahua was simply defeated by him. His body was pressing against him like a furnace, almost burning him, and his legs were also pressing against his own legs. He couldn't even stretch his legs out to cool down.
"Lingyin, you've gone too far." Huahua breathed heavily.
"Are you going to say it or not?" Lingyin's obsession was too deep.
Huahua raised a white flag with both hands: "Okay, okay, I said, I love you, okay? Get off me."
Lingyin suddenly stopped moving, looking at Huahua, as if there were stars flashing in the darkness: "Really?"
"You forced me to say it, but you don't know it?"
Lingyin was a little confused, and soon he laughed and kissed Huahua on the face: "Say it again."
"I love you, okay? If it doesn't work twice, then I'll say it a few more times, I love you, I love you, I love...well..."
Huahua's words were all swallowed up by her moist lips.
Lingyin hugged him and kissed him deeply and heavily, as if he was really like fur. He kept kissing him.
Huahua was almost suffocated by his kiss.
That night, Lingyin held Huahua and had a very beautiful dream.
The next morning, he was soaked to the skin and sweating, but he did not wake up from the dream. In the dream, he and Huahua were married. Huahua hugged him and told him over and over again that Huahua loves Lingyin, and Huahua only loves Lingyin...