My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

Hearing the uneasiness in his words, Ke Yanze was already about to walk into the entrance first, so he turned his head and glanced at him.

Seeing that his face was slightly pale, Ke Yanze raised his eyebrows, and asked uncertainly: "Afraid?"

"...En." Song Wang nodded lightly, and reluctantly turned his head away.

It was really difficult for him to admit this kind of thing.

He had always appeared in front of Ke Yanze in the form of a big brother, and at the moment when he suddenly showed his weakness, Song Wang felt awkward for the first time.

But the other party didn't open his mouth to laugh at him as he imagined, and leaned back slightly, holding his hand that was pulling the corner of his clothes.

The hand held in the palm was a little cool, and when it was pulled, the owner of the hand shrank back as if frightened.

But after all, he was not as strong as Ke Yanze. Even if he subconsciously pulled hard, he couldn't take his hand back.

Thinking that there were many people watching, even Ke Yanze's younger brother Ke Tong, Song Wang lowered his voice helplessly, and said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Yanze, let go."

"Don't let go," the other party glanced at him lightly, and held his hand even tighter, "Didn't you want me to walk slowly?

If you pull it like this, you won't get lost, right? "

Having said that, it's a bit strange for two big men to hold hands together, right?

"I just told you to walk slowly, I didn't say I would get lost." Song Wang moved his hands amusedly and said.

"Then I don't care." Ke Yanze didn't say anything, and pulled him to go inside.

Listening to the weird sound effect, Song Wang panicked in his heart. Being pulled by him like this, his feet were unsteady, and he almost staggered and fell to the ground.

But Ke Yanze quickly moved him in his direction, and the latter fell into his arms.

Amidst the panting sound of the surrounding crowd, Song Wang's head hit the opponent's hard chest.

When I was dizzy for a while, the first thought that popped up was: So he really has chest muscles.

Because it was close to the opponent's chest, his steady heartbeat like a drum and muffled laughter came from his ears:

"If you don't want to hold hands, you don't have to throw yourself into your arms, do you?"

Song Wang blushed immediately when he heard the words, and while he was speechless, he could only weakly refute him:

"I... I just accidentally..."

"Accidentally throw yourself into a hug?" Ke Yanze approached him with a smile and said softly.

"I do not have!"

The latter's peach-blossom pupils were narrowed with a smile, and there was a somewhat obscure light, and Song Wang sensed a somewhat dangerous signal from it.

Ke Yanze's hand was on Song Wang's waist when he was holding it just now, and he still hasn't moved away.

At this moment, the other party's subordinates pinched it a little harder, but I only felt an itching in my waist, and blurted out with a low moan uncontrollably:

"Ah You…"

Realizing the inappropriateness of his yelling, Song Wangben's face, which was already flushed with embarrassment, became even more enthusiastic.

However, the other party pinched his own angle very tricky, and outsiders couldn't see his small movement at all.

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small theater:

Ke Yanze (satisfied face): It sounds very nice, how many more times?

Song Wang (blushing): ...Ahhh?

Onlookers (cover nose): Oops, nosebleeds are coming!