The little ancestor has a delicate voice and can flirt, and the ascetic villain has fallen

The man's extremely magnetic voice was hoarse and dull, "I made you cry."

"..."

This sentence choked back what she wanted to say.

Because it was an unexpected answer, she still understood it for a few seconds. She always felt that these four words had a deep meaning, but she felt that her head was full of yellow.

Go home and knock on the wooden fish! ! !

Qi Boyan's lips tightened a bit, and he asked again, "Did I scare you just now?"

Her heart: Of course!Don't you know how fierce you are!My legs are weak!

But on the mouth: "...No."

He slightly raised his brows, "Then you looked like you were about to cry just now?"

"..."

"Yes, is there?"

Her expression just now... so sad?

But what kind of bad taste is it for him to make her cry...

Qi Boyan stared at her delicate and bright face, feeling that she was very close to him, but seemed far away from him.

Because she is like sunshine, but he is in darkness.

He once struggled to survive in the swamp, and even though he escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, when those memories flooded into his mind like a flood, he still felt that the surroundings were dark and cold, surrounded by thorns.

His voice was very soft, only his breath remained, "Will you give me a hug?"

Chi Youyou was startled, then opened his arms towards him.

Qi Boyan stared at her for a few seconds, then stretched out an arm to wrap around her slender waist, moving a little hastily, he pulled her into his hot arms and pressed her tightly.

Chi Youyou didn't expect his movements to be so large, she threw herself directly into his chest, sat on him with her legs apart, and was embedded in his arms.

To be honest, I was intimidated.

The hug she imagined was completely different from the real situation when he held her in his arms.

Her body was stiff for a moment, but after feeling that he just held her a little tighter, she slowly relaxed.

Then he slowly stretched out his hand, and patted him on the back lightly, expressing comfort: Zai, don't be unhappy.

This should be the first time she gave him warmth after she planned to attack him and get closer to him. Although she was a little frightened, it seemed that her method was really useful?

He gently pressed against her neck, breathing in the sweet fragrance of her body, and said in a hoarse and low voice, "I'm sorry for scaring you."

Hearing him say this, two inappropriate words popped up in her mind immediately: Losing money.

But her mouth didn't allow her to say such unsightly words, so she replied aggrievedly: "Yes."

That was a nightmare for her, who could resist that kind of look.

Immediately following her, he heard his lower voice, with a bit of distressing brokenness, "Don't be afraid of me."

The very light four words made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Originally, she didn't empathize with her, after all, she didn't experience the suffering he experienced.

But at this moment, he could clearly feel his loneliness and cautiousness.

He hoped that someone would accompany him, but no one dared to approach.

"I'm not afraid of you, but you were a little fierce when you looked at me just now."

More than a little.

He frowned, "I didn't know you were here just now."

She seemed to hear some remorse in his tone, and said in a very relaxed tone: "So I forgive you."

Qi Boyan held her tightly in his hands, closed his eyes, and his heart, which had fallen in mid-air, finally fell back.

The killing and bloody memories that were originally filled in his mind were suppressed, Xiang Xiang was soft in his arms, and not long after, he began to feel a little distracted.

The breathing became rough, and the suppressed emotions in the chest became more intense, boiling the blood, clamoring to be released.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was hoarse, "I'm a little dizzy, go to sleep for a while."

He put his arms around her waist, stood up with one hand propped on the edge of the sofa, and let her go, the alcohol surged into his mind, and his figure swayed accordingly.

Chi Youyou grabbed his arm, "Shall I help you?"

The room she just slept in should belong to him, so she took one of his arms and put it on her shoulder, grabbed his waist with one hand, and guided him to the master bedroom.

Leading him into the bedroom, when she was about to reach out to turn on the light, the man suddenly reached out to close the door of the room, propped his back against the wall, and enveloped her in a small area.

Some things seem irrepressible.

He smelled heavily of alcohol, breathed unevenly, bent slightly, "Why did you stay?"

She was stunned by his sudden movement for a few seconds, and subconsciously wanted to put some distance away from him, but he reached out and held her neck, and the tiger's mouth was stuck at the position of her chin, gently pinching her, making her lean up slightly. head.

A sound came out of his throat, "Huh?"

She blinked, "I think, you need me...?"

Qi Boyan stared at her sparkling eyes, and the silent temptation made him lower his voice a little, almost pressing his forehead against hers, and smiled softly.

Her heart was pounding, "What are you laughing at?"

"Well, I need you."

He said: "When I need you, can you always be there?"

Once this kind of thing starts, it seems to be out of control.

He rubbed his calloused fingertips against her skin, and a numbness passed through the joints, making her heart beat faster, "I..."

He was a little dizzy, and after taking a deep breath, he felt that this sentence was not inappropriate, or maybe he was afraid that he would hear something he didn't want to hear, so he said again: "The heartbeat is a little fast..."

Chi Youyou felt her cheeks burning hot: huh?

No, how did he know that her heart was beating so fast!

"Maybe I drank too much."

"..."

He said himself?

Chi Youyou felt that her heartbeat chart was fluctuating violently, her ears were so red, she raised her eyes to see his deep and sexy face with the light behind her, "Are you drunk?"

His scorching eyes looked extraordinarily gentle, ambiguous, and tantalizing, but she always felt that he might be pretending to be drunk to tease her.

"Well, drunk."

"..."

It didn't sound like he was drunk at all.

So she had a bad idea in her heart, thinking of the scene where he tricked her the next day after she was drunk and made her feel helpless, she thought of playing tricks on him too.

She stretched out her small hand to pull his hand down, put two fingers on his abdominal muscles through a layer of shirt, and climbed up step by step.

From time to time, she glanced at him delicately with hooked eyes.

Really drunk or fake drunk?

The man breathed hard, and the blood in his lower abdomen surged.

She pinched his shirt and tugged at it, and said tentatively, "Then you, give me a kiss?"