If she could put down her body in the past few years, and use the trick of throwing herself into her arms with a dead face, maybe he would have been her person a long time ago, and the children were older than the sons of the Ye Luo family.

"My body is my own, I can do what I want, and you don't want me anyway."

Yang Yi bit her lip in pain, thinking that she was crying by shaking her double swords, and imagined her and other men in her head......

"Don't do anything to yourself."

"You're going to die." Ling Yufei thought that he would at least say something like "I don't want you, I don't dare to ask for you", stepped on his instep, picked up his handbag and hit him in the face.

Yang Yi didn't expect her to step on him, her body retreated, and she fell to the bed with a stagger, grabbing the bag of the handbag in her hand, and dragged her down with her, she pressed on his body, and her posture was lovely.

Ling Yufei didn't expect this, his face was crimson, struggling to get up, he rolled over and pressed under him, he propped up his arms, face to face, warm breath sprayed on her face, itchy.

"Xiaoyu......" his voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry, I've been doing things to hurt you." ”

"Deliberately pretending not to know me in high school? I confess to you, so cruelly refused? Over the years of protecting me, every time I have shown you goodwill, you pretend not to understand? Or, am I the girl you love so much? ”

Her hands gently held his face, it was the first time that she had met so closely, her heart was about to jump out of her chest, for fear that the next moment, he would retreat and flee, tears could not help but slide down the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoyu, it's all my fault, don't cry." Yang Yi couldn't see her shed tears the most, knelt beside her, and gently wiped away her surging tears, "I have a hard time." ”

"Your distress is something ridiculous in my eyes, I don't care about anything, I just want to be with you, if I am really the girl you love deeply in your heart, please don't let go of my hand again, I love you, this reason is enough to make me strong."

In Yang Yi's eyes, she has always been as timid as the little white rabbit, he thought that she would never declare her love like now, and her heart was instantly filled with warm things.

Love is such a luxury for him, he feels that as long as he sees her figure and hears her voice, it is enough, it turns out how greedy he is, he wants more, he wants to take her for himself.

Ling Yufei sat up, looked deeply into his black eyes, never thought that she would do such a thing, she stretched out her hand around his neck, her tongue gently licked between his lips, and took the initiative to show off the man she had loved for sixteen years.

"I love you, you love me, and that's the happiness I want."

“…… I can't do this......" Between reason and emotion, Yang Yi made a final struggle, facing the girl he loved deeply, he lowered his head, kissed her lips, and turned his passion.

"If you don't do it, I'll find someone to do it."

"Don't ......" deep vinegar drowned each other, and he planted seeds of passion in her, "You are my ......"

"Don't regret it."

"No regrets."

Faced with his lover's seductive curve, Yang Yi finally couldn't control it anymore, his identity, status, family background, and her mother were all left behind, and he only wanted his angel.

Chiguo's skin collides with wonderful sparks in the night, and love blooms beautiful flowers in passion.