absolute sacrifice

Yang Annan broke off his hand with all his might, and crawled out of his arms.

During the whole process, Yang Jing didn't stop him too much, but just watched with a playful expression.

When he crawled a few steps away from him, stretched out his hand again, and gave a slight hook in the direction where he was sitting, Yang Annan's body uncontrollably fell into his arms again.

"Let go... let me go..."

Yang Annan's thoughts were drowsy and his body was weak, but he still did not forget to struggle.

But in his current state, the so-called resistance in Yang Jing's eyes was nothing more than ants shaking the tree, not even scratching itches.

"Where do you want to go?"

Yang Jing leaned close to his face again, and lightly touched his earlobe with his lips.

"no no……"

This seemingly unintentional move was enough to shock Yang Annan's fragile straight-man nerves, and of course it aroused a new round of resistance in him.

As a result, Yang Annan's head became more and more dizzy, his body became limp like mud uncontrollably, and he leaned completely on Yang Jing's body, with both hands limply on his chest.

Feeling that Yang Jinghuan's hand on his waist was still tightening, forcing his body to cling closer to his, the only thing in Yang Annan's mind called "Sense" vibrated violently. Voices began to reverberate again, but they were no longer as calm and composed as before. They kept shouting at him, Yang Annan, run away!

Otherwise he won't let you go!

run away! ...

Perhaps the shout had an effect, Yang Annan became more awake, shook his head vigorously several times, trying to make himself more awake, then pushed Yang Jing's chest hard with both hands, trying to break free from his embrace, But the final effect was minimal.

Sensing Yang Annan's resistance, Yang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, snorted contemptuously in his ear, and tightened his arms again, hugging him so tightly that he could only stick to him.

"Let go of me, don't do this..."

Yang Annan was powerless to resist, so he raised his head with difficulty and begged in a low voice.

In the end, what he got in exchange was Yang Jing's tighter iron arms!

Yang Annan felt that his waist was about to break!

Yang Annan moaned in pain in Yang Jing's arms, on earth... Where did he offend this uncertain man again?

Yang Jing said coldly in Yang Annan's ear without empathy: "Don't yell for now, you will yell in pain later!"

After speaking, Yang Annan felt Yang Jing's lips brush against his ear again.

Yang Annan trembled all over, feeling a great shock in his heart.

Before he could call for help, he was hugged by Yang Jingheng.

Standing up, Yang Jing shrank his arm holding him slightly. In this way, Yang Annan's face was forced into his chest, his mouth was blocked, and he could not make a sound at all...

Yang Annan's head, which seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties, rested on Yang Jing's chest, and there was darkness in front of his eyes.

After a while, the music in the box disappeared, and Yang Annan heard Yang Jing say softly to Shanni: "Shanni, Yang Annan is drunk."

"Huh? Is he drunk? So fast?! I haven't started drinking yet!"

"No way, he doesn't drink much, my cousin is going to take him home now, can you take a taxi back to the hotel by yourself?"

"No problem, cousin, you can send Yang Annan back first!"

"Then be careful when you go back to the hotel alone."

"Don't worry, I can go back alone! Don't worry about me!"

Yu Shanni's voice reached Yang Annan's ears with a considerate laugh.

Yang Annan's heart suddenly became gloomy... What should he do now?