Mu Yang was shocked by her father's phone call, and she couldn't figure out why Ai Jinming appeared at her house. She felt her heart beat out, and ran all the way to the door, where she cut her hair and calmed her breath before entering.

When the man on the solid wood sofa saw her, he stood up and walked up to her, habitually touched her head, and combed her broken hair in front of her forehead. She looked at him motionlessly, swallowed her saliva, and seemed to have some difficulty breathing, she said with difficulty: "Teacher, why are you here?" ”

Ai Jinming saw a girl wearing a ponytail and a sweatshirt at the door, and a light seemed to flash in the girl's eyes when she saw her. He looked affectionately at the man he remembered. Sweat hung from the corners of her forehead, and her voice seemed to reveal the gasp of running. Fingers gently wiped her sweaty forehead: "It's a holiday, stop by to see you." ”

Mu's father and mother on the side stared at the intimate interaction between the two with wide eyes, and turned their heads to look at each other mechanically, Mu's mother raised her eyebrows with joy in her eyes, and the two couldn't help but smile and nodded.

Mu Yang was a little resistant to his actions, she shrank her shoulders slightly and tilted her head, and happened to be even more annoyed when she saw the actions of her parents on the side.

Mu's mother stood up and looked at the person and looked at Mu's father, and said to Ai Jinming: "Didn't finish eating, I'll go and cook!" ”

Mu's father pointed in the direction where Mu's mother left: "I'll go, I'll help!" ”

Mu Yang tilted his head to look at the tall man opposite, his eyes reflected himself, and tears instantly flowed down the corners of his eyes. Ai Jinming held Mu Yang's cheek with his palm, and gently wiped the tears from the embankment with his thumb. The petite man was right in front of his eyes, his fingers digging into her hair, his body uncontrollably slowly descending, downward, until his lips landed on a piece of softness.

Mu Yang watched Ai Jinming slowly approach, her eyes widened when the other party's lips fell, her brain was blank, and she understood something at this time, and slowly closed her eyes.

Ai Jinming kissed Mu Yang like a dragonfly, but Mu Yang felt that time seemed to stop. She was wrapped in a warm embrace, she coveted this embrace, coveted the refreshing and clean breath of his body, and did not want to leave, even if it was only for a short time, but it made her completely sunk.

The person in her arms was quiet and soft, and Ai Jinming rubbed her chin against the top of her head. He closed his eyes and whispered softly: "Mu Yang, maybe what I say will surprise you and scare you, but you have to believe that every word I say comes from the bottom of my heart." I, Ai Jinming," he took a deep breath and spit it out heavily, as if he had made up his mind, "I like you, no, not just like, it's love!" I love you! I love you! ”

Mu Yang had already burst into tears, it turned out that she was not suffering alone, she was not alone in the pain of love, nor was she alone in the suffering of lovesickness.

"Maybe you can't accept me for a while, maybe we will face a lot of doubts in the future, I hope we can fight for ourselves, don't care about others living for us, can you give me a chance?"

She didn't answer, and after a long time her hand slowly lifted up and finally landed on his waist.

Feeling her response, Ai Jinming was even more excited, the hard pursuit of the past few years finally came to fruition, and he hugged Mu Yang in his arms even harder.

In the kitchen outside the window, Mu's mother put down the dishes in her hand and wiped her hands with a rag, "Old Mu, do you say this young man likes our Yang Yang?" ”

"It should be!" Father Mu stopped what he was doing: "I think this young man is good, if you really like Yang Yang, I agree." ”

"What's the use of your approval, hey, no, I have to go and see!" Mu's mother went out of the kitchen door and leaned against the window of the main room to look in, and after a while, Mu's father gently held her shoulder and asked, "How is it?" ”

"Shh Mu Mu's finger was on her lips, "Don't make a sound!" ”

Father Mu looked at the two people in the room through the glass and hugged each other tightly.

He pulled his wife back to the kitchen, and Mu's mother picked up the vegetables with a smile: "Oh, Yang Yang's matter is finally clear!" ”

"Just now the young man said that he was in W City, are you willing to marry your daughter so far?" Father Mu couldn't help but pour cold water.

"As long as he is good to our daughter, I have nothing to reluctant." She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Father Mu, "It's you who can't bear it!" ”

The two people in the room didn't know that they were peeking at all, Ai Jinming let go of Mu Yang and wiped her tears with his fingers again. With his palm on her cheek, he really couldn't help but want to kiss her, and he did the same thing. The lips fell lightly on her lips, once, twice, three times, and lightly touched, turning into a gentle suck, not satisfied with such a shallow taste, and the tip of the tongue pry open her teeth with the tip of her tongue, and the tip of the tongue drove into her mouth to suck the sweetness of her mouth......

Ai Jinming clasped her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other. Mu Yang tiptoed his head and let him absorb it, and the two were immersed in this kiss until they felt that they were about to suffocate. Mu Yang hung her head shyly, Ai Jinming held her face, and his hand fell down on her waist. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose tip, breathe into each other.

"Mu Yang, thank you, thank you, thank you for believing in me!"