The end was an hour later, and Ye Mei shrank in the quilt, waiting for all kinds of emotions to subside.

She rolled over, put her hand on Hong Yang's stomach, raised a finger, and gently circled his abdominal muscles.

Hong Yang smiled, reached out and pinched her fingers, his hoarse voice was sexy and low, "By the way, I found out about that." ”

Ye Mei's eyes changed.

"But I didn't check it all. Hong Yang let go of her fingers and stroked her silky hair instead, "There was indeed a fire ten years ago. But it was pressed down. ”

Ye Mei's eyelashes trembled, and he still had to pretend that he was fine, "Really? I guessed correctly." ”

As if caught in a flood of memories, she felt the burning tingling sensation of fire in her skin, and as far as her eyes could see, there was a sea of fire and purgatory, and there was no one—no one could save her.

Until Hong Yang's voice pulled her back to reality.

"Baby, can you tell me what you want to know. ”

Hong Yang lowered his head and glanced at Ye Mei's face.

The little woman's face was full of satiety, and her eyes were wet with moisture, and she looked abrasive.

Hong Yang reached out and scratched her chin like a kitten, "You tell me, I know how to check the specifics." ”

"No, I knew that was enough. ”

Ye Mei smiled and hugged Hong Yang's sturdy arm, and the four words of Little Bird Yiren were extremely flattering to her at this moment, "Besides, if I want you to offend people, do you really dare to offend?"

A hint of deep meaning flashed in Hong Yang's eyes, "It depends on your weight, baby." ”

Ye Mei pretended to be sad, "I'm really cold, it seems that I'm not important enough." ”

"It's important, at least now I've postponed the meeting, just to come to you. Hong Yang looked at Ye Mei's charming face meaningfully, "I'm on a business trip tomorrow, be nice, you know?"

"Not behaving well?" Ye Mei blinked.

"You'll be punished when you come back. Hong Yang lowered his head and kissed her, "It's not a smart choice to make me angry." ”

Ye Mei didn't speak, she looked frightened, she shrunk pitifully into a ball, and showed weakness appropriately, "You see, you don't want me anytime and anywhere, at best, I'm just a canary who only sings to you." ”

"Canaries are so happy, rich, housed, and men. Hong Yang held her in his arms, as if coaxing her, but his voice was a little indifferent, "You, don't be that kind of wild bird outside, flying around and building a nest with blood and sweat, I'm afraid of tiring you." ”

Ye Mei smiled and trembled, "You love me the most." ”

The two hugged each other and slept like love.

Midnight dream, she woke up from the nightmare, looked at the sleeping man next to her, as if driven by some force, she reached out and slowly put her hand on Hong Yang's neck.

Ye Mei's fingers are so thin, when they hold it together, it turns out that they can do this without hesitation.

She had done this action countless times, and she had repeated the training in her heart countless times, but after all, she lacked a fatal opportunity.

She wondered how much strength she needed to strangle a man at once.

Hong Yang, if you know such a me, will you still be able to sleep peacefully in front of me?

The trembling fingers stayed on Hong Yang's neck for a long time, and she hung her fingers weakly and stopped all movements.

Then the woman reached out and pressed her face and chuckled, the smile seemed to hide something, until her whole shoulder was shaking.

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But Hong Yang, I don't even have the share of being a canary.

I'm just a wild sparrow.