but you never loved me

After He Yue left, Yan Zimu held the glass in his hand in a daze.He Yue said that he loves himself, this is the first time someone has said that to him.What I heard the most in the past was that others said that this person could not love me, and advised myself to give up early.

But he didn't feel happy, he still remembered why Ning Yi didn't speak up that night, he didn't love himself.

But...why did you pretend to be engaged to He Yue for yourself?Why did you get so drunk for yourself?If it was really for himself, why didn't Wei Wei explain it to himself?

But he was so proud, how could he bother to explain to himself.He must feel that he did this for his own good, so he should trust him unconditionally.Such an awkward temper is really nerve-wracking.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Ning Yi.Looking at it, he unconsciously stretched out his hand to caress the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him.Still as handsome as before, still so good-looking.

Then why isn't the former Ning Yi in the inside?If he was still as cruel as before, why would he hesitate so much?

Every time I think that I must give up this time, but this person can always make a move, so that I can't help myself.

Right now, he is like a heavenly god who suddenly fell into the dust, and it was all because of himself.So I will not lose my love for him because of this, but it is full of distress and slight joy.

He was really helpless, both to himself and to Ning Yi.However, there is no way to ignore him, let's compromise, as long as he likes himself a little bit, that's enough.

He sighed lowly, with a bitter yet sweet expression on his face.

After finally sending Ning Yi home, Yan Zimu changed out of his sweaty clothes and prepared to go to the hospital to take care of her daughter.

Turning around to look at Ning Yi who was lying on the bed, frowning uncomfortably.Still decided to help him change into comfortable clothes before going out.

Even if the two have crossed their necks countless times.But when he helped Ning Yi take off his shirt, revealing his honey-colored chest, Yan Zimu turned his head away in embarrassment.

When it was his turn to take off his pants, his face was as red as a boiled shrimp.But before he could move, someone had already grabbed his hand tightly.

He turned his head and found that Ning Yi had opened his eyes, but they were covered with a layer of fog, obviously not quite awake.He stared at Yan Zimu, and said uncertainly: "Zimu?".

Yan Zimu's hands were held by him, and they were still placed on his pubic bone, feeling a little uncomfortable.He responded lightly with an um, and wanted to pull out his hands.

Ning Yi pulled him onto the bed, turned over and pressed him under him. "Zi Mu" he called again, buried his head into Yan Zimu's neck, and bit it lightly.

Yan Zimu felt the numbness coming from his neck, his breathing became short, and his whole body became hot.But he still restrained himself and tried to push Ning Yi away: "No, I still have to go to the hospital."

But the chest that imprisoned him was as hard as iron, and the kisses imprinted on his body began to become messy and disorderly.From neck to chin, finally captured his vermilion lips.

The wet and slippery tongue swept across the gums and mouth, and then hooked his tongue, teasing wantonly.Yan Zimu passively entangled with him, his lips parted slightly, and if he didn't pay attention, saliva would slide down the corner of his mouth and onto the pillow.Merged into a small group of shiny.The smell of alcohol in Ning Yi's mouth made him seem drunk.

The hands that pushed and refused slowly relaxed, and they rested weakly on Ning Yi's shoulders.When Ning Yi licked the back of his ear, his whole body trembled.She couldn't help wrapping her arms around Ning Yi's neck, pressed it against his ear, and whispered the word Yi.Warm and soft with an indescribable charm.

These words were like an aphrodisiac, and Ning Yi's lower body immediately set up a small tent.Then he violently took off the clothes of the man in his arms, and kissed gradually down the delicate and alluring collarbone.