"Still ......"

Before he could say anything, he was blocked by a pair of hot and soft lips.

The eyes were covered by a big palm, and there was no sight, but the other senses became particularly acute.

The sweet floral fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose intertwines with the faint mint smell on his body, but when inhaled, it becomes an intoxicating smell of alcohol.

She forgot to resist, and remained motionless, not knowing whether she was shocked or stunned.

His lips were soft, soft, jelly-like.

She couldn't help it, opened her mouth and bit it gently.

Shang Yize's eyes widened, and the girl's eyelashes in his palm gently swept across his palm, slamming all the reason in his head.

Roses fall on the floor.

The simple body was obviously only wearing a sweater, but he was covered with sweat, and his weak body became a puddle of mud, and he instinctively grabbed the corner of Shang Yize's clothes.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The prompt sound of the regular WeChat call came into her ears, so that Simple suddenly woke up, turned her face away, staggered his kiss, his lips brushed over her simple and soft cheeks, and between gasps, her eyes were full of clear shock.

What did she do.....

He's your artist, he's only 20 years old, he's impulsive, even you?

The thunderous heartbeat was more honest than reason emphasizing her heart's reaction at this moment.

The sound of the video on the phone rings tirelessly over and over again.

The simple gaze unconsciously stared at Yao Qing's name beating on it, and it took a long time to find his language, open his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Let go, I'll answer the phone." ”

Her tone was cold, like a hedgehog instinctively erecting a thorn to protect himself when he was hurt, and it stabbed him in the heart.

Shang Yize hugged her hand tightly, and finally let go of it dejectedly.

Simply pinched the phone and walked quickly to the windowsill and clicked on the video.

"Why are you picking it up now?"

Simply replied casually: "Well, there was something just now." ”

Yao Qing on the other end of the phone had just gotten into bed, with a mask on her face, and her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a figure sitting in the room.

As soon as he spoke, his tone became improper: "Are you in Shang Yize's room? What did you two do just now, you picked up so late, could it be that I ruined your good deeds?"

Her banter made Simple couldn't help but think of the confused kiss just now, and her heart seemed to be suppressed and she was sullen and out of breath.

Seeing that she was silent, Yao Qing pulled off the mask on her face slightly, her face was almost in front of her mobile phone, and her voice was so loud that it almost pierced her eardrum: "I shouldn't be right, what are you doing hiding from me?"

He pursed his lips simply, and retorted with insufficient confidence: "What are you talking nonsense, what's the matter with the video?"

Yao Qing retreated to his original position, reached out and reapplied the mask, and acted skillfully: "It's okay, I'm just telling you, I'm going to France soon, and I'll be back in about a week, do I want to bring you something?"

Simply speechless in front of the camera, he just rolled his eyes: "You called me so late just to say this?"

"Hmph. ”

After getting the answer, she simply and decisively hung up her video call.

The cold glass window is like a mirror in the dark night, clearly reflecting the figure of the man.

He lowered his head, his half-length hair slightly covered his eyes, making people look down on him, the tight jaw line, and the good-looking thin lips were tightly pursed, but he kissed himself first, but at the moment he was more aggrieved than anyone else.

It's like an abandoned child, which makes people feel distressed.

There was an eerie silence in the air, one at the table and the other by the window, but it seemed like a wall that could not be crossed.