Cheng Mingyu pressed the switch like a stuck robot at this time, and her white fingers touched her lips in a daze, which was contaminated with her breath. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As if his fingers had been burned, Cheng Mingyu immediately let go as soon as he touched it.

The 100,000-meter-high waves were set off in my heart, rising high and falling heavily.

But my mind seemed to be blocked by cotton. Did she say yes or didn't she say yes?

Cheng Mingyu pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and it was difficult to lie on his side.

Mu Weiwei, who ran out, stopped at a distance from the infirmary. With his hands on his chest and his cheeks red, he should have understood what she meant.

Without speaking, the slender white fingers couldn't help touching the red lips, the first kiss, their first kiss was given to each other who liked each other.

About ten minutes later, Mu Weiwei came in with a bottle of water. Cheng Mingyu had already sat up from the bed, and the moment the door was opened, his gaze silently retracted.

When Mu Weiwei looked at him, the young man looked sideways at the window and the light hit him sideways, looking at him sideways. Her favorite teenager has a face that amazes the years.

Mu Weiwei's heart was slightly hot. Cheng Mingyu turned his face, and those beautiful eyes looked straight into her eyes.

Her footsteps moved towards him step by step, and at this time, Cheng Mingyu spoke: "How is the game." ”

Mu Weiwei's eyes were stained with a bright smile, which met his eyes like a gurgling stream.

Her answer made Cheng Mingyu's heart skip a beat: "Mingyu, first place, great." After speaking, I wanted to rub Cheng Mingyu's hair.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Cheng Mingyu grabbed Mu Weiwei's wrist and said to Mu Weiwei in an extremely serious tone: "I'm not a child anymore, don't touch a man's head casually." ”

Mu Weiwei paused, and the strength from her wrist and his non-negotiable tone had already let her know. Cheng Mingyu was really serious and asked her not to touch his head again.

For a while, such a habit really made Mu Weiwei unable to change. She didn't want to change either.

Mu Weiwei let Cheng Mingyu grab her wrist, but her face was a little like Cheng Mingyu approaching. Until it was incredibly close, Mu Weiwei's breath rushed towards Cheng Mingyu.

"I can't do it, Mingyu, because ・・・・・・"

Because of what, Cheng Mingyu looked at Mu Weiwei's big watery eyes, and her Adam's apple slid a little.

"Because I'm only doing this to Ming Yu." Mu Weiwei's answer made Cheng Mingyu's heart tremble, and he didn't know that he was picked up by her.

"You." His retort only uttered a single word and disappeared between his lips, inaudible. Because Mu Weiwei moved a little closer to him again. Her breath was so deep in front of him, every breath of his breath blended with her, he couldn't bear to disturb such a distance, the heartbeat distance, as long as he got a little closer, he could get his wish.

Mu Weiwei looked at Cheng Mingyu's fan-like eyelashes, as if every movement was like brushing her heart. The itch came again, and as long as it was at him, it flowed from the heart to all parts of the body. And the culprit is at a loss.

Cheng Mingyu was undoubtedly nervous, his hands were gradually sticky when he grabbed Mu Weiwei's wrist, and the skin contact was like an overelectricity. But he didn't know what to do, and he was stunned like a piece of wood and didn't know how to react.