little master

47.

The moment he was kissed by me was obviously stunned, his whole body was stiff, his eyes were fixed on me, his expression was blank.

The moment I kissed him, I didn't think much about it. I was simply confused by the effects of the hormone dopamine, and my consciousness was separated from my body. As soon as he approached, my body instinctively clamored to get close to him.

But this instinct is not irrepressible.

I could have chosen to suppress my impulse as before, give myself a few seconds to sort out my expression and mood, cover up the flaws that were exposed one by one, put away all my small thoughts, and treat it with the same attitude as before. he.

But I don't.

I didn't even type out the manuscript, and I didn't anticipate the consequences, so I bumped into it without leaving a trace of retreat, and with a kiss, I ended everything I worked so hard on.

I didn't even confess, so I forced someone to kiss me first.

The young master hasn't hit me until now, not because he likes me so much, but because he hasn't calmed down yet.

So the next step is to look at the ability to perform on the spot.

If you perform well, you may be able to embrace the young master.

If I didn't perform well, I might be taken away by the police uncle for playing hooliganism.

Before he could react, I quickly kissed him a few times, then parted my lips, hugged him with both hands, and put an end to the possibility of him escaping. After considering my words, I said: "Qingqing, I have something to confess to you." .”

His eyes are still a little wandering: "Huh?"

I took a deep breath, changed it a bit before saying it, and told him: "I'm in love with someone."

His body froze: "... who?"

Me: "His name is Qi Qingyuan."

Young master: "..."

After all, it's the first time I've confessed my love to someone, so even though I've passed these words countless times in my mind, when I actually said them, I still stumbled a bit.

But since it has been said, there is no reason to take it back.

I said: "He is very handsome, the cutest in the universe. It is not an exaggeration to use all the beautiful words to describe him. In my eyes, no one can compare to him."

"The personality is also very good. It may be a little difficult to approach in the eyes of others, but I think this is just right. No one else dares to approach, only I can."

"When we met for the first time, he didn't like me very much, because he thought I was sent by his father to monitor him, and he also offered to play a game with me, and the loser would meet the other party's request."

"He wanted me to go. But I won."

"But I didn't expect him to hold grudges. After winning, I was stepped on by him."

A low laugh came from my ears. The funny effect of my deliberately exaggerated words took effect, and I felt relieved: "It hurts so much that I couldn't walk well for 10 minutes. Little villain."

The young master retorted: "Obviously you provoked first!"

I raised my eyebrows and smiled, closed my eyes and took the blame on myself: "Yes, yes, yes, my fault, I should step on it. Now I can do it again."

As I said that, I took half a step back and stretched out one leg, motioning for him to step on it.

Young master: "..."

After posing for a few seconds, he didn't intend to step on it. I took it back and hugged him again. While he was struggling, I continued:

"But I like little villains."

He stopped moving, and from my point of view, the tips of his ears were a little red.

I lightly touched that piece of soft flesh with my lips, and the heat was astonishing. He realized my movement, subconsciously flinched, but just threw himself into my arms, allowing me to tighten my arms and hug me even tighter.

"I got you." I whispered in his ear.

He vented his strength, and it seemed that he had no intention of leaving my arms at all.

Me: "I want to ask him a question."

The young master muffled: "Ask what?"

"I want to ask him," I kissed his forehead, "if he would like to be with me, or agree to let me chase him."

The young master was silent.

I teased him on purpose: "What do you think will happen to him?"

The young master looked up at me, quickly lowered his head, and after a while he said: "I think—"

I held my breath unconsciously, feeling that a second between his words seemed as long as centuries.

He seemed to make a decision after careful consideration, and there was uncertainty in his tone:

"—I think he, he would like to..."

My breathing was stagnant, my heart was beating like a drum, and I could hardly hear what he said behind him, and I only noticed the word "willing" with all my heart and eyes.

He said he would.

The best outcome I could never have imagined happened before my eyes, I could hardly believe it was real, and pinched myself hard to realize it was not an illusion.

The young master is willing!

I was so excited that I wanted to ride the bike for ten laps immediately.

Considering the instability of traffic and various accidents, this idea was forced by me.

Maybe it was because my heart was beating too violently, the young master buried his head in my chest, remained silent for a long time, finally couldn't help but raised his head, opened his mouth and just said a word: "You..."

I swallowed the rest of the words.

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