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Yan Zhao lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked to the living room. There was no light in the living room. A small warm yellow chandelier in the dining room hung on the table. There was a bowl filled with water in the middle of the dining table. There was something floating in it.

She walked to the door and opened it gently. Bai Jinye sat in the stairwell with his long legs crossed, his chin raised, his eyes cold and arrogant, his hands resting on his knees, and he became a sculpture in his breath.

Yan Zhao walked over and squatted in front of him, leaning on his knees with his hands, looking at him softly and obediently:

"I have a bad morning irritation."

Bai Jinye took off his coat and put it on her body, then sat back down again, with his facing the other direction, one hand supporting his chin, and the other hand tapping his knee impatiently. His index finger and ring finger were both wearing sweatshirts.

The old ring made his hands look particularly beautiful. Yan Zhao couldn't help but wonder, how come this man, who has always been so bright, cool and noble to the outside world, has no charm or temperament in private?

Moreover, his coat had a faint smell of sweat, mixed with the smell of travel. Yan Zhao suddenly thought, ah, did he come to her just after he came back from the disaster area? He didn't even return home?

Her eyes were so soft, but she still said disgustedly: "It stinks so bad, you didn't take a shower?"

"I washed it specially." His voice was muffled: "The water in the disaster area is close to women and children. In order to see you, I rubbed it a little before leaving, and the water flow was so thin." He stretched out his hand in front of her and gestured.

thick and thin, but his head resolutely maintained the posture of ignoring her.

Yan Zhao wrapped her body in his loose clothes and took a step closer to him: "Let's go in, eh?"

"Don't you want to see me?" He turned his head and met her sincere eyes, both of them lost in each other's eyes.

She changed her tone softly: "As you said, I'm confused..."

Bai Jinye let out a soft "hum".

Yan Zhao stretched out his hand, with the soft palm facing up, and brought it to his eyes.

He then turned to look at her, and his eyes suddenly relaxed. Yan Zhao's eyebrows were lifted up, and his eyebrows were sincere. As expected, he stretched out his hand and placed it on her catkin as if he had been possessed by a poison.

Her hand was only enough to hold half of his palm, and with a little force, she lifted up a man as big as him. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he pulled her proudly. Yan Zhao turned around and glared at him.

At one glance, he rubbed her hand more boldly with his thumb, smiling like a fish in water.

"Don't touch it," she warned coldly.

Yan Zhao grabbed his coat with one hand and led him with the other, intending to take him in. But as soon as she turned around, she suddenly felt that the strength in her hand tightened, and Bai Jinye tyrannically pulled her through the door!

"Boom"! "Click"!

Bai Jinye locked the door, turned around, and stared at her with scorching eyes. Just as Yan Zhao was about to escape, Bai Jinye suddenly threw her away and bullied her instead. Yan Zhao felt a numb pain in his back, and his hands fought with all his strength.

I went to push, but he grabbed my wrist and raised it above my head, and my whole body was pressed against the door!

Bai Jinye panted violently, with eyes that wanted to devour her. Seeing that his lips were about to come closer, Yan Zhao suddenly turned his head away and said coldly: "Wait a minute."

Bai Jinye stopped.

"You came to my house today because you wanted me to break off our relationship with you, right?"

Bai Jinye looked at her plump pale cherry lips, licked his lips, and shook his head.

Yan Zhao stooped to get out from under his elbow, but he held him tighter!

She asked again: "Should I give you some and you just slap it on your nose?"

Bai Jinye leaned back, his full of wantonness:

"No more than a fool!"

Yan Zhao saw that it didn't make sense, so she pushed him away. Bai Jinye blocked her tightly, arrogant and stubborn: "Ask me: Bai Jinye! What do you want to do? Ask me quickly!"

"boring!"

"Ask me!"

"Oh, are you bothered?" Yan Zhao was really anxious now. He stepped on his feet hard and even scratched him!

Bai Jinye pressed her tighter, showing his fierce look: "I will crush you without asking!"

"You must be sick!"

He has indeed squeezed a certain part of her body out of shape.

"Ask quickly. I'll let you go after asking."

Yan Zhao's was full of swear words, and she rolled her eyes so hard that she almost burst out of her eyes. Given the huge disparity in weight, she could only sigh, and finally cooperated lazily:

"Bai Jinye...what do you want to do...?"

"after all!"

"What on earth do you want to do!"

There was only one restaurant light on in the dim room, and Bai Jinye was enveloped in an ambiguous halo. He put his forehead against hers, and the tip of his nose touched hers. His breath was unsteady, and his lips slowly came closer to hers.

ears.

"Bai Jinye! What the hell are you...! Stop!" Yan Zhao trembled in discomfort and twisted wildly!

"What brand are your pajamas? They are so slippery?"

Bai Jinye suddenly tightened his hold on her hand, looked at her, and suddenly turned into a seductive voice:

"What do I want to do...didn't you always know? Those four words you sent me..."

Four words...when had she ever given him four words?

"I can't handle your lines." Yan Zhao looked away perfunctorily.

"I, wishful thinking, you."

"vomit!"

Bai Jinye shuddered after saying this! "I'm so sick!"

"Is it done?"

"It's over."

"Okay, then put down my wrist. My arm is numb."

"Hold on, how about the lyrics I made up now?

"It's not that good, it's very noisy."

"Want to kiss me?"

"think."

"real?"

"I feel like your brain stem is missing, and I want to give you artificial respiration."

Her was even more attractive due to her illness, and her wet eyes rolled back and forth, trying her best to show that she despised him and didn't want to touch him at all. Bai Jinye looked at her stubborn appearance and suddenly lowered his voice.

She laughed, the evil spirit in her eyes disappeared, she returned to her lazy posture, and let her go.

Yan Zhao still kept her hands raised in the same posture as before. Bai Jinye pressed her two hands on her and squeezed her mouth into a goldfish mouth.

"Touch, you're blushing terribly." He pointed at her with an intriguing smile.

Yan Zhao's palms were covered in cold sweat, and when he touched his hot cheeks, his heart dropped rapidly.

"I've performed this kind of scene countless times, and it turns out that all women like it."

"Countless times?"

Bai Jinye suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "It's a kiss scene!"

"They also took advantage of me. The director clearly said that I wanted to be beautiful, but a woman secretly stuck her tongue into my mouth..."

"That's enough!" Yan Zhao interrupted him! "I'm not interested in why you filmed the kissing scene!" Yan Zhao pushed him with a dark , sat on the chair, moved his elbows: "Get out! Get out of here!"

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Bai Jinye was a little at a loss for a moment. He spread his hands, turned around and sat down on the chair opposite her, rested his chin on the back of the chair, and looked at her like a dog.

"I just want to put it on to see if you still have a fever... You have such a venomous mouth and you curse."

"I didn't curse people, I cursed dogs!"

"Who is the dog?"

"you!"

"Woof!"

Yan Zhao couldn't help laughing and picked up the bowl on the table to throw it at him!

"Hey, hey, hey -" Bai Jinye stared at the bowl of precious soup and shouted anxiously. He snatched it quickly, but accidentally spilled it on the floor!

"What the hell!" Yan Zhao dusted off the water stains on his pajamas in disgust and went into the bathroom cursing.

Bai Jinye held an empty bowl and stared at her back with grievance. After a long while, he squatted down and picked up the soft green onions on the ground, sighing in mourning.

"Such a bad temper."
Chapter completed!
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