A heartthrob? Here you go!

Yu Yuehuai was wearing a pair of slippery silk long-sleeved trousers. The clothes clung to his body, outlining his seductive lines.

Hearing the footsteps, he slowly raised his head, smiled at Yu Ge with curved lips, and said with a hint of complaint: "You're here? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The young man stood up straight, his long hair flowing, shining faintly in the moonlight. His extremely tall stature not only did not weaken the beautiful beauty of the Gu Man, but instead added an alluring interest.

It makes people want to break his waist, lift up his silk shirt, push him aside and do whatever they want, watching that extremely beautiful face flushed, the bright lips slightly open due to excessive nerve stimulation, breathing eagerly and thirstily.

Yu Yuehuai looked at the girl who stood still, as if lost in the seduction of the erotic ghost, her eyebrows curved, the corners of her lips raised, and her smile became more and more seductive:

"Why are you staying there?"

Yu Ge raised his hand and pointed at Yu Yuehuai, who understood what he meant and sat on the seat, pushing her long hair aside, revealing her beautiful fair neck and shoulders, and leaning back slightly.

The moonlight sprinkled on his face as he moved, the bright and elegant silver light and the breathtakingly beautiful face intertwined, the more elegant it was, the more beautiful it was, contradictory yet harmonious.

Yu Yuehuai's eyes were like soft red snakes, crawling and winding around Yu Ge's legs, waist and face, wrapping her tightly: "I'm ready, why don't you come over?"

"what to prepare?"

Yu Ge still pointed at him and said expressionlessly: "You made my doll dirty."

Yu Yuehuai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look, and sure enough, a pink kitten doll was hanging next to the tire, covered with the dirt on the tire, and turned a gray and yellow color.

After looking at the little cat doll with innocent big eyes for a moment, Yu Yuehuai suddenly laughed softly. His smile was straightforward and honest, without a trace of coquettishness, which made him look even more breathtakingly beautiful.

"What are you laughing at?" Yu Ge said dissatisfiedly, "Didn't anyone teach you not to touch other people's things?"

He smiled and hummed: "Well, no one taught me. I am an orphan."

Yu Ge choked for a moment, walked over and sighed: "Then I forgive you, please get off my bike now, I want to go back."

Yu Yuehuai didn't move, and even stretched out his hand to hook Yu Ge's little finger, and rubbed Yu Ge's palm with his index finger in an ambiguous way, and said in a soft and sticky voice: "Why go back? What's so good about a yellow-faced man who only buries himself in doing housework all day long."

He leaned in close, his voice hoarse and seductive: "He still meddles in everything, doesn't give you face, and doesn't give you any freedom."

"If you go back now, he will still be competing for favor with his aunt. Leave him alone for a night and let him sleep at my place. Then go back tomorrow morning and he will behave himself."

The soft and beautiful ghost seduced in a soft voice. Under the ambiguous and charming sticky voice, even the vicious slander and provocation sounded particularly pleasant.

Yu Yuehuai leaned closer, lowered his head to Yu Ge's ear, and his hot breath hit her earlobe.

"Stay at my place. I have a lot of secrets to tell you."

Yu Ge reached out and slapped him on the face, pushing him away: "It's so sticky and disgusting."

The flesh under his palm was as soft as cotton and as tender as tofu, making him unable to let go. Yu Ge couldn't help but bend his fingers slightly.

A cold hand wrapped around Yu Ge's wrist, and a very confused question came from under the palm:

"You like this?"

Acting in a superior manner and behaving rudely?

Yu Yuehuai understood and adjusted her body shape, lowered her posture, obediently rubbed Yu Ge's palm with her cheek, and kissed her palm softly:

"Of course, anything is fine."

The wet and soft touch quickly transmitted from the palm of his hand to his brain, stimulating Yu Ge sharply.

Yu Ge’s eyes widened, his pupils contracted for a moment, he subconsciously pulled his hand back, and suddenly punched.

"Well--"

A cry of pain was heard as Yu Yuehuai was knocked to the side. Crystal clear tears oozed from the corners of her rosy eyes, and even the corners of her plump lips were slightly bloody.

He did not casually wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, but quickly and carefully tidied his hair. With his long hair in a messy beauty, he side-glanced and looked at Yu Ge tenderly with his beautiful eyes full of brilliance.

His sight shifted to Yu Ge. The moment he saw Yu Ge's movements, Yu Yuehuai's whole body stiffened. He blinked and confirmed several times.

Yu Ge was seen holding a wet towel and frantically wiping his palms, his eyes and movements revealing disgust and despair.

The palm of her hand was already clean, but the wet and soft touch was lingering, imprinted on her palm rudely and domineeringly, clinging to it desperately.

Suddenly, an extremely soft and tender hand reached out from the side, as if it would melt with just the slightest force, and gently grabbed Yu Ge's hand, stopping her movements.

"It's all rubbed red."

Yu Ge looked up and saw that Yu Yuehuai had already tidied her face, with her long hair neatly tied up. Only the corners of her lips had a slight bruise on her fair face.

The charm in his eyebrows and eyes had long since disappeared. He was holding her hand with a look of distress, blowing gently and complaining, "Why are you so rude? It's all red."

Yu Ge tried to pull her hand away, but the delicate and soft hand held her tightly, not moving at all, and glared at her in reproach.

Yu Ge collapsed and asked, "What on earth are you doing here?"

Yu Yuehuai said naturally: "I seduced you to stay out all night."

"You, you..." Yu Ge was stunned.

Yu Yuehuai suddenly smiled: "I'm kidding, I'm here to give you a message."

"Are you looking for your friend? Is her name Liu Yu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand he had grabbed suddenly turned over and held him tightly: "What did you say?"

Yu Ge looked nervous, staring at him with bright eyes: "Do you know him? Where is he?"

Seeing Yu Ge's nervous look, Yu Yuehuai inexplicably didn't want to tell the truth. He lowered his eyes and said in a slightly cold voice: "He is still alive, and I don't know where he is."

"Why don't you just ask him directly."

Yu Ge repeated in confusion: "Ask him?"

"How to ask?"

Yu Yuehuai frowned: "Don't you have any communication friends of his?"

"You mean, send a message directly on the communicator to ask?" Yu Ge asked in shock.

"Yes." Yu Yuehuai said as a matter of course: "A week ago, I detected his account login and confirmed that it was his pupil pattern."

Yu Ge was stunned, looked down at the communicator on his wrist, hesitated, and turned on the communicator.

Yu Ge's communicator was in privacy mode, so Yu Yuehuai couldn't see anything. She didn't want to see Yu Ge worried about another man, so she hooked a strand of Yu Ge's hair with her fingers, pulled it out of the hair tie, and started playing with it.

Yu Ge ignored the itch on his neck and shoulders from the hair brushing against his neck, and nervously sent a message:

Yuyu?: Are you there? Are you asleep?