An Yirou didn't have time to say anything.

Feng Yutian had already found her lips and leaned in.

If it was usual, An Yirou would not hide.

But the girl's figure was always dangling in front of her eyes, and her heart was awkward to death, where would he kiss him.

Raised the phone to block his lips, and Feng Yutian's lips were imprinted on the cool screen of the phone.

He raised his eyebrows, not only did he not push the phone away, but kissed deeply on the screen, which was very emotional.

He was very emotional, and An Yirou was very emotional.

Although she positioned him as a passerby, she didn't agree that he was still thinking about being someone else's passerby when he was her passerby.

So he said a very vulgar line of the tragic heroine in the dog-blood TV series: "Who is she?" ”

An Yirou felt that she should speak with great momentum, just like standing on the commanding heights of morality, justified and condescending.

But in fact, not only did she not have momentum, but her voice was soft and a little trembling, as if she was about to cry out aggrievedly if she said another word, with an extremely sad tone.

She realized that she was so discouraged, she was really embarrassed, and hurriedly corrected her tone, tightened her face, and said with a very indifferent look: "Who is she?" ”

Feng Yutian took the mobile phone, looked at the desktop with a smile, and said, "An Yirou, it's shameful to peep." ”

"I didn't, I thought it was my phone." An Yirou's face flushed, arguing on the one hand, and being more sour on the other, she felt that Feng Yutian was very protective of that girl, which made her very uncomfortable.

Feng Yutian liked her reflection very much, and was a little surprised, and asked her, "You don't know each other?" ”

An Yirou was even more angry: "Why should I know her?" ”

Feng Yutian looked at her and said with a smile: "You are jealous." ”

As soon as he said this, An Yirou realized that he was strange. Her awkwardness and annoyance are not symptoms of jealousy.

Although she felt very uncomfortable, An Yirou felt that her jealousy was a bit unreasonable.

With their relationship, she really didn't need to be jealous.

She turned her head away from him.

Feng Yutian rubbed her hair soothingly: "Tell you a story and comfort you." ”

An Yirou rolled her eyes, lay back and turned her back to him: she was not a preschooler, and she could be happy by telling a story.

He also followed, lay down beside her, stroked her back, and began to tell earnestly: "The name of the story is 'Son of the Sea'." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, An Yirou was laughed at by him, what is "Son of the Sea" is called "Daughter of the Sea" is it good.

Sure enough, it's terrible to be uneducated.

Feng Yutian glanced at her and was not interrupted by her.

An Yirou yawned and listened to him talk about the apocryphal "Son of the Sea".

The story goes like this: There was a prince who occasionally went out to play, and saw a very beautiful girl on a large ship, and fell in love at first sight, so he thought of many ways to get on the ship.

The girl was very popular, and the people around her were overflowing.

But she didn't look happy at all, and he looked at her lonely smile in the crowd, and suddenly felt so distressed, but he didn't know how to make her happy.

It wasn't until everyone was resting that the girl went out on deck alone, and the prince quietly followed her and secretly took a picture of the girl.

Just as he was looking down to save the photo, an accident happened.

The girl stumbled and fell into the sea, and the prince hurriedly threw away his phone and jumped into the sea to save the girl, but he forgot that he could not swim.

He lifted the girl up, but he sank himself.

He stopped at this point.