"You don't want me to come at all!" Xia Yumei wanted to push him away, but it was inconvenient to pinch the quilt. It was inconvenient.
Before coming, she reminded herself not to care about him. But when he was just eating, he was obviously avoided this problem, which made her very angry.
"How do you know that I don't want you to come? I said that this is also your home. As long as it is mine, it is all yours. You just need to remember this, you don't need to control the others."
"But you didn't come to pick me up!" She answered grievant, and was sad in her heart.
"I'm busy!" He had to be busy thinking about what to do so that she could be lost, so that she would not be hurt a little.
"I know what you are busy. Since Li Wanqing is here, the left is just busy you and her." She poked her mouth awkwardly, twisted her knees and wanted to get out of his arm.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yan subconsciously reached out and dragged the quilt.
"Let go ..." She blushed, grabbed the quilt with one hand, and pushed him directly in one hand.
Feng Yan looked at her ashamed, anxious and hateful, and dragged her into her arms with a smile, hugging it tightly: "No matter why you are angry, see me, you should disappear."
"Okay, the wind, you are face, let go! I'm not angry ..." No matter how warm the house is, this is winter, the skin is exposed, it still makes her goosebumps.
"Really?" His fingertips slipped through her cheeks. "The spirit is so good, then go to change clothes and see grandma,"
Feng Yan hugged her to the closet and opened the door of the cabinet, "Which one to wear?"
Xia Yu Orange was held in front of him and saw that he reached out to take his own clothes.
"What I haven't seen ... Now reserved, don't you be late?" Feng Yan stuck to her with a smile, deliberately exhaling around her neck, and she was sensitive to shrink her neck again, and laughed.
Seeing that she was laughed, Feng Yan let go of her, walked to the middle of the cloakroom, sat down and sat down, watching her slim back, her eyes gentle.
Love is like this, I like it, how do you think, how to enter, and how to look at it, you will not be bored.
If you don't like it, you're bored even if you look at it.
Although she is slim, she should have a lot, and the curve is very tempting. In addition, her skin tone is good and the texture is delicate. So the process of seeing her clothes is both a kind of enjoyment and a kind of torture.
When she bent down to wear wool socks, Feng Yan only felt that her throat was dry, her body was tight, and she quickly turned her face.
Xia Yuman couldn't help laughing. She didn't turn around to look at him, and she guessed his expression at this time.
"What do you laugh?" He whispered.
"Do you know what I laugh!" She deliberately turned around facing him, grabbed a dark purple wool skirt, and worn slowly.
Feng Yan's eyes couldn't help but fell on her again, staring at her tightly and said, "Since coming, I won't let you go."
He loved her so much, how could he let her go? Even if she was unhappy because of her engagement, he would not let her leave.
"You keep you, I leave me ..."
"Don't you say, where am I, where is it? Where are you? What? What? Do you lie to me?"
Xia Yuman suddenly raised his face again: "You remember the lines after the shadow."