It was turned on very high, and the whole villa was warm. There was no outside light in the bedroom from the huge glass door leading to the balcony, and there was enough lighting. I sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt, looking at it and complaining.
While Jia Ming and Yahan were taking out another quilt from the cabinet, they were in a very confused mood.
What should I say...?
My mood was very chaotic. Once I faced him, my mood seemed to be chaotic. The moment I asked him to stay, what I was thinking about was confession. But when I thought about it again, I felt that I was really showing off.
Now, a teacher confessed to a high school student... Besides, do I really like him? This point is still too complicated to sort out. In addition, he usually says that he is funny. If he suddenly appears at this time,
If you say something like "I like you", he will probably roll on the floor laughing.
"Well, okay." Jia Ming sat down on the other end of the bed wrapped in quilt, and nodded, "What's going on? It's so mysterious. You... want me to teach you the guitar?"
Jiaming's words undoubtedly brought a topic to the hesitant Yahan. She stretched out her legs to kick Jiaming and said with a smile: "Go to hell, do you really think how good you are at playing the guitar? How many compliments do you have?"
In other words, the tail will rise to the sky."
"Then... let me guess, in this atmosphere, we can be regarded as a man and a woman, and you asked me to stay." A strange smile appeared on Jiaming's face, "You must want to express your love to me
Bar?"
Boom, boom. Jiaming's joking words struck down like thunder. According to a normal reaction, Yahan should continue to stretch her legs and kick. However, at this moment, she looked at Jiaming and suddenly froze there. Should she follow
He was laughing and playing, but still... going with the flow.
In the quiet bedroom, Jiaming made a boxing gesture to protect his head. After a while, he saw that Yahan was so angry that he just waved his hand: "Okay, okay, don't hit me, I know it's wrong."
Well, what’s going on?”
The woman wearing a nightgown opposite had a complicated expression. She was uncertain. After a while, she smiled, stretched out her bare feet from the quilt and kicked her over. However, she was grabbed by Jiaming. The two of them pulled and pulled for a long time before they separated. Yahan was slightly annoyed.
Said: "You idiot, what's wrong with confessing? Do you think I don't dare to confess? Huh, if in ancient times, you held my feet for a long time, I would have to rely on you!"
"So I praise the world now. Okay, let's talk."
"Well... Jiaming." Yahan hesitated for a long time. "What... do you think I am?"
"No way, do you really have someone you like?"
"What?" She didn't expect his answer to be like this. Yahan's eyes widened in confusion.
"It's like this on TV. After a man or woman has a sweetheart, they discuss it with good friends. They usually ask questions like 'What do you think of me?' 'What are my strengths?' 'Am I cute?'
, increase your self-confidence, and then... basically confess your love. Because you already have someone you care about, so you care about whether you are outstanding. Hey, who is it? Xu Mo? "
It was a little funny. She looked at Jiaming resentfully for a long time, and Yahan gritted her teeth: "Okay, I have someone I like... Of course, the current situation is still very complicated. I don't know if I really like her."
, anyway, when I saw him, my heart was a little confused."
"I think you've always been a mess."
"Don't interrupt me." He glared at Jiaming fiercely, "Well, anyway... it's impossible to confess now. I... I shouldn't have fallen in love with him. If we were really together, others would probably do the same.
He will look at us strangely, and he probably doesn’t know..."
"I know, your dad..."
"..."
"Okay, hehe, you continue."
"No more..." Yahan rolled her eyes at him and slumped her shoulders, "Tell me, what should I do?"
"Well, I think... we should first solve the problem of whether you like each other before you can think about other things. This kind of forbidden love, of course, both people must be happy, and then as long as it is not made public, you can live it secretly. Normally
There should be no problem, but the problem now is, well, from what you say, that person doesn’t know that you like him, and your confession is likely to be rejected. Well, for example, let’s say that person is your father. I suggest
You should end this episode immediately...ah..."
Holding her chin while she was analyzing, Yahan had already kicked the quilt hard. Before Jiaming could pounce on her, she had already put her bare feet back into the quilt and rolled her eyes provocatively. Jiaming sighed: "I
But I'm helping you analyze things. Now you unilaterally like someone you shouldn't like. Of course I advise you to give up. Life is not as beautiful as a fairy tale..."
"You are a little kid who knows what life is, so why are you talking about my dad..."
"I'm assuming."
"I assume it's your dad!"
"Then it's not a taboo. If my father hadn't died, I wouldn't have minded if you really wanted to get married. Anyway, I wouldn't call you "Mom" outside of public places. But if my mother hadn't died either... Could it be
Are you trying to seduce some married man in school?"
Taking a deep breath, Yahan fell on the bed with her head down: "I'm too lazy to tell you."
Jiaming smiled faintly: "Well, as a friend, I hope you find someone you like, but I also don't want you to really encounter a forbidden love relationship that will be despised by others. Ha, in fact, I can say anything.
It's useless. You have to make the decision yourself. But no matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, just come to me. I can't do anything else. Murder and arson are my strengths. We are all friends. No matter what you do.
I won't let anyone bully you... just sleep well, I'm leaving first, um..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yahan suddenly rushed over from the other side of the bed and hugged Jiaming's neck. The two bodies were close to each other. Yahan's heart was beating hard.
Even if the two of them fight and fight again, even if Jiaming sees her body, there has never been such a moment of hugging. Under her pajamas, Yahan's body exudes the faint fragrance after bathing, full of vitality and vitality.
Tempting limbs, softness
The elastic twin peaks can be clearly reflected through the contact between the two parties at this moment | Jiaming sighed softly, this girl is so pure, she would struggle so hard in her heart for such a thing.
Jiaming felt one kind of sigh in her heart, and Yahan felt another. After hugging Jiaming, the sound of her heartbeat reached her ears like a drum, and her whole body was so nervous that it was boiling. This was the first time she took the initiative to hug someone like this.
Man, a certain sentence was stuck in her throat and she almost blurted it out. Then, she felt the soothing movements of Jiaming's hands in her hair, which made her feel like a child.
In front of him, she seemed to be just like a child, easily angry, easy to show off, and easy to be teased. Many times, she really forgot that she was six or seven years older than him. Compared to herself, Jiaming
Not only is she highly capable, but she has always been calm and reliable in doing things. She can easily handle everything while talking and laughing. If she were not so much older than him, if she were really his little sister, then...
"Ahem, don't hold it back anymore, cry it out, it will make you feel better...well, you are so despicable..."
Almost subconsciously, Yahan punched him hard in the stomach, and it seemed that she couldn't say the words she wanted to confess.
"You deserve it. I feel like I'm about to cry."
"But you held me..." Jia Ming curled up and stretched out his hand to accuse. Then, he received another violent elbow blow on his back: "Don't say it!" He immediately hit him on the bed. The next step was
He was beaten more violently and crazily.
"I'm holding you just to hit you like this..." Chop, chop, chop!
"I told you to hide, I told you to hide, I told you to hide..." Hammer hammer hammer!
"You always bully me..." poke, poke, poke!
"I told you to always call me stupid..." pinch pinch pinch!
"I asked you to peek at me taking a shower..." Tread, stomp, stomp!
"I didn't mean it..."
"Telling you to talk back..." Kick kick!
After a violent attack, Yahan stood on the bed and looked at Jiaming who was curled up like a shrimp at her feet. She felt very accomplished. From the time she met Jiaming until now, she has never felt as good as before.
However, although I knew in my heart that he was letting me go, I felt very happy when I thought about it. It turned out that I could beat him unscrupulously if I acted a little sad. Humph, what a shame he kept bragging in front of me before.
What about the cold-blooded killer?
"Humph, you know you were wrong."
"..."
"Hey, don't pretend to be dead."
"..."
"Hey, you don't want to spend the night at my place, do you?"
Kicked twice. Jiaming didn't react at all. She raised her slender feet and stepped on Jiaming's shoulders a few times. Her movements were deliberately slow. This guy never wanted to suffer, and he would definitely grab his feet and then
She scratched the soles of her feet desperately. She had been beating him for so long, so she should let him take advantage and go back. However, thinking so in her heart, Jiaming didn't make any move. She squatted down and shook Jiaming twice with her hand.
, and then was pushed down on the bed by Jia Ming who suddenly jumped up.
He let out a low cry of "Ah". Jiaming had already kicked him hard twice on the buttocks. Yahan suppressed her laughter. After a series of punches and kicks, she forced Jiaming to move away. Getting up from the bed, Yahan bared her teeth and claws.
Jiaming rushed towards Jiaming who was about to escape out the door. Then his vision went dark. Jiaming threw his coat over and covered her head. Then Jiaming launched a counterattack.
"Tell you to hit me, hit me, hit me..."
"Ah... I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore, please spare my life..." she hugged her head and begged for mercy in a low voice. Yahan, who couldn't see clearly under her coat, retreated along the wardrobe and curled up downwards.
In the end, he retreated to the corner of the house and curled up into a little shrimp.
"Tell you to hit me..."
"I don't dare anymore, ah... I really don't dare anymore, ah... Brother Jiaming, please spare my life..."
Hearing the name Yahan said while begging for mercy, Jiaming raised his hand in the air and stopped. After a moment, Yahan carefully opened the coat covering his head a little, and saw Jiaming
He raised his hand again, and was so frightened that he quickly covered his head: "Ah, spare my life, brother Jiaming..."
It was just a small fight like a joke. Jiaming naturally restrained himself from hitting anyone. Although he was fast, he only slapped her back and forth symbolically. He occasionally kicked her on the buttocks. Anyway, she could do it.
That's enough. However, when I heard Yahan timidly calling him brother, I suddenly felt something strange in my heart. Looking back on their interactions, I seemed to really regard her as a younger sister who could play around.
Treat it the same way, this feeling... is a little warm, but also a little evil - because he has started to have random thoughts...
Shrugging, he put on his slippers and walked out the door. When he opened the door, Yahan was secretly opening her coat again, with a very interesting expression on her face.
"Good night, sleep well."
After waving his hand, Yahan huddled in the corner, stuck out his tongue and made a ferocious face. Jiaming smiled and closed the door.
Little by little, she held the coat in her arms. Yahan sat quietly in the corner. The fight in Jia Mingdi was actually painless. However, after being beaten, her body felt like it was boiling.
The reason for the boiling heat is due to accelerated blood circulation, but more importantly, it is due to some shyness.
That little pervert, even if he beats him, he even kicks the lady's butt as hard as he can, but he has to force himself to call him brother before he can stop...
Quietly, quietly, the light of the colored lights shines into the house through the window sill. In the corner, Yahan curls up into a ball, biting her fingers with her white teeth, her hair is spread out, she is indulging in joy and shyness.
Amid the complicated emotions, it was unclear where the joy came from. I did not express my love, and was beaten in humiliation. Oh, I seemed to have become corrupted...
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Well, I think the second half of this section is very evil, so I justifiably ask for a monthly pass... But will there be people who don't like it? I'm always very nervous when I write these things...