Yan Yun's suitcase had just been taken to the room by Bao Bao.

Yan Yun now has a small bag in his hand, with things like mobile phones and wallets.

But even if it's a small bag, it's just as much of a burden.

When it is time to dispose of such a thing, it must be decisive.

Yan Yun threw it casually and threw the bag on the bed.

Kiss with your boyfriend, you have to be distracted.

When two people who love each other are together, kissing is a normal thing, and if you are in a room with your boyfriend and don't want to do something, it is not normal.

It is true that you can let your intellect triumph over your emotions and inject strong self-control into your heart.

But Yan Yun had no intention of doing so.

She didn't join the sect and didn't cultivate the Tao, and in the face of Qi Yi, Yan Yun didn't feel that she needed to carry too many shackles.

But the ensuing questions, Yan Yun didn't have time to think about it yet.

Kiss: If it's instinct, then what is the reason for this human instinct?

Kiss and hug and hold high.

After a while, you will definitely not feel exhausted.

But after a long time, it becomes a very physically demanding thing.

Especially Qi Yi kissed and kissed, and involuntarily hugged Yan Yun.

No matter how slender Yan Yun's figure is, holding him in front of him, he is still in a state of being a little hypoxic, and it is impossible for him to last a long time.

Kissing and kissing, Qi Yi naturally kissed Yan Yun to the bed.

Hotel.

There's fragrance, there's bed, there's love.

Yan Yun, who had no distractions, did not object to Qi Yi's move to carefully put her on the bed.

Kiss, of course, how comfortable is it, and who do you have to pose for?

In the matter of asking Yan Yun's opinion, Qi also suffered a loss.

At the hotel in New York before, Qi Yi asked Yan Yun if he could kiss, which directly delayed the first kiss between the two of them for a long time.

With Qi Yi's ingenuity, it is absolutely impossible to make the same low-level mistake a second time.

What's more, Qi Yi doesn't have the extra energy to ask Yan Yun's opinion now.

Qi Yi's only remaining sense was used to tug of war with the irrational self in the bottom line.

Speaking of which, Qi Yi's concentration is a little better, because, at this moment, Yan Yun no longer knows how to write the word reason.

For two people who are not skilled enough in Kiss technology, they kiss for a while without distraction, and they both begin to lack oxygen.

Instinctive emotions and the desire for oxygen were mixed together, making Yan Yun's mind go blank.

Qi Yi's sanity was defeated in the tug-of-war, and he let go of Yan Yun's lips.

Qi Yi took a deep breath, his hand began to loosen his clothes, and his kiss began to move downward.

Yan Yun decided to follow his heart.

Since reason has gone away on its own, let it be.

But Yan Yun is not the most irrational one.

What is even more irrational than Yan Yun is her mobile phone.

It doesn't ring in the morning and doesn't ring in the evening, but it rings at this time.

Yan Yun had never felt that the ringtone of his mobile phone was so annoying.

Yan Yun reached out and touched the bag that he had thrown on the bed before, took out a mobile phone from it, and without looking at it, he directly pressed the power off.

The world, which was supposed to be quiet immediately, still didn't change anything after Yan Yun turned off his phone.

The crashing ringtones of mobile phones have no intention of stopping at all.

Yan Yun changed his mobile phone card two days ago, and he couldn't tell which one was which for a while.

In addition, he was still in the process of replacing his card, and Yan Yun had not yet had time to send his number in Italy to his classmates and friends in Melbourne.

Yan Yun simply stuffed his three mobile phones into the bag he carried with him.

Yan Yun just turned off the mobile phone with an Italian calling card on the outside.

It turns out that the most unpopular mobile phone in history is not the one Yan Yun just turned off.

Fortunately, after Yan Yun turned off the phone, the other "eyeless" phone also stopped his harassment.

At a time like this, the world should be quiet.

Yan Yun and Qi Yi's sanity after running away from home has not returned to the basics, and the two have a tacit understanding to continue their unfinished "great cause".

It's a pity that the picture hasn't switched back to its previous state, and Yan Yun's mobile phone has begun to brush up on its presence again.

This time, Yan Yun couldn't be bothered.

She sat up straight from the bed and took the whole bag.

Such an indecent mobile phone, naturally, you have to take it all out and turn it off.

At this time, there is no water next to it, otherwise Yan Yun may let his mobile phone go directly to the water to take a shower and sober up.

Swiping the presence of mobile phone ringtones so inappropriately is really too unpleasant to make people feel happy.

Yan Yun was extremely depressed and took out his other two mobile phones from his bag.

She didn't bother to think carefully about which of her mobile phones was ringing, in short, which phone rang should be turned off first.

After pressing the shutdown button, before the shutdown status bar could appear, Yan Yun took a look at his mobile phone screen.

Seeing the name on the caller ID, Yan Yun was directly dumbfounded.

The one who appears in the caller ID now is the least likely person in the world to call Yan Yun now.

This number is not a name but a nickname, only two words.

Grandfather.

In Yan Yun's world, the only person she can call her grandfather is Qi Yi.

And this person named Qi Yi is plotting against her at this moment, so he will not have the heart or time to commit the crime at all.

Yan Yun, who was originally going to turn off the phone, was angry when he saw this caller ID.

"Qi Yi, did you throw your phone somewhere? You didn't lose it early, you didn't lose it late, but I lost my phone at this time, and I really convinced you. Yan Yun suddenly lost any interest.

Yan Yun originally wanted to answer the phone by herself, but after thinking about it, she gave up.

Qi also lost his phone in Italy, and the person who picked it up was likely to be an Italian speaker.

With her level of Italian, it's okay to say hello, but to understand what people say, it's just a fantasy.

"You lost your phone, you can dispose of it yourself. Yan Yun threw his mobile phone to Qi Yi.

Qi Yi's depression is naturally better than Yan Yun's.

Qi Yi was so depressed that he didn't have time to think about where he had just put his phone.

Anyway, the pocket that usually puts the phone is indeed empty now.

Qi Yi picked up Yan Yun's phone, said it once in Italian, but there was no response, and said it again in English, but there was still no response.