Sweat began to break out on the diving bird's forehead.

Obviously, Leng Qinghe didn't want to play the game of hide and seek anymore, she kept looking at him after she finished speaking, and when she saw him reach out to touch his forehead, she couldn't help but chuckle, a little unbearable, so she said: I said to play. Don't mind.

The diving bird felt its own gaffe.

Indeed, Leng Qinghe's sentence was a joke, but it aroused a lot of things in his heart, and it also made him suddenly passionate.

After all, he is a man in his prime, he has needs, desires, desires for love, desires for women, and most importantly, he has just recently fallen out of love.

The butterfly was a nasty woman, always burning his desires, and then throwing him into the ice so that he could suffer alone.

The loss of love has left him in an emotional period of anxiety, and he is an extremely self-controlled and conceited man, who cannot casually go to the street to find a woman to solve his physical needs. However, this need did always haunt him, making him toss and turn for a long night and suffer unbearably.

In this case, suddenly there is a woman who he once liked, and suddenly expresses some kind of fatal ambiguous emotions to you, how can he not waver?

He is not steel, not stone, but a hot-blooded man of flesh and blood.

He needs women. It's just that he doesn't want to admit it.

The diving bird sat there stiff, and he could feel his heart burning, his body burning, his heart pounding, his mouth dry.

This damn wine, the more you drink it, the drier it gets!

When he picked up the glass again and tried to take a sip, he suddenly realized that the glass was empty, and there was not even a drop of wine.

He put down his wine glass in great disappointment, and then was just about to beckon to call the waiter and refill the drink, when Leng Qinghe suddenly said something that made him almost a little frightened: Do you want to find a place to drink?

Is this an invitation?

Is this a hint?

Is this a temptation?

That's just the clearest sentence.

If you are a normal man, you will never understand that a woman in such an environment looks at you with a particularly charming look, and then says such a sentence to you.

If you don't understand, there are only two possibilities: one is to pretend not to understand, and the other is that you are not a normal man.

The diving bird is a normal man, and at the same time an honest man, so he can't pretend not to understand, let alone restrain his excitement.

So he felt that his Adam's apple was constantly rolling up and down, and the emotions that he couldn't suppress in his heart were slowly showing all kinds of special signs in his body.

For example, some have stiff smiles, incoherent speech, slow and unnatural movements, and so on.

Don't even know how to put your hands and feet on the table? No, a centimeter away can touch Leng Qinghe's hand.

Oh, her hands are so beautiful, her nails are shiny, and there seems to be something on them? Is it a flower? Is it an insect? Seven-star ladybug? It's so delicate that it's almost dizzying.

He felt as if his eyes were drawn to this nail, or maybe there was a magical magic in this nail that charmed him—

Oh no!

The owner of the nail had already moved his hands for a moment, and then he felt a cool breeze, and in an instant the cold skin touched his cheeks.

Leng Qinghe smiled and reached out to stroke the left side of the diving bird's face.

The diving bird looked at her stiffly, not daring to move at all, looking at her in a daze, almost dumbfounded, she caressed his cheek with infinite tenderness, the rippling love, so soft, so strong, so sweet.

The diving bird tensed all over.

However, he did not refuse-

The diving bird himself doesn't know why he didn't refuse, maybe he wants to refuse, but in some cases, a man's willpower will become very weak.

In the heart of the diving bird, the reason why he was able to reject her at the beginning was because he had butterflies in his heart, and he had a firm belief and persistent love, which supported him not to be tempted and to be able to restrain himself. Sincerely, it's not completely devoid of feelings for Leng Qinghe.

But today, his whole person feels like he has been hollowed out, his heart is empty, there is no support, there is no belief in love, and the last bit of attachment to love makes him deeply feel a kind of resentment of being fooled.

At that time, he felt as if he was out of control. Instead of refusing her to touch herself, she did not refuse her invitation.

Then he followed her out of the café and walked out on the glittering road, when he heard her say, "My house is not far from here, go and sit down."

So, his two legs involuntarily followed her to her house.

He remembered that Leng Qinghe had actually invited him to her house more than once that year, but each time he refused.

Although it is casual to say, it means a further extension of love. Going to her house to sit is naturally not as casual as she comes to her own house to sit, have a cup of tea and chat.

When I go to her house, I have to meet her elders. This is a ritual that must be present in the development of love to a certain extent. If a girl offers to invite the other party to her house, her meaning couldn't be clearer.

It's as if a man would offer to "go to my house and sit down", which is a further hint, and if you say yes, you are obviously agreeing to his invitation in this regard.

And he didn't want these at the time, let alone develop further with her, so he could only refuse.

Today, her sentence "go to my house to sit" has no sense of ceremony, nor does it have any further requirements, but it seems to be a decision to complete a wish that has not been completed for so many years, but has been suppressed in her heart.

And this wish must be fulfilled in a lifetime. If you go with regrets, you may really become regrets.

He understood very well that this was what she thought of herself, the idea that a woman would naturally have about a man she liked. It's as if it's undeniable that the diving bird's dreams always have repeated images of butterflies, and these images have become another kind of solace that has accompanied him through all these years. What do you want to say most about butterflies? It's to be able to satisfy a crazy **.

Perhaps these suppressed thoughts of Leng Qinghe are also the thoughts that the diving bird has been trying to curb himself back then.

But he was able to control himself back then, but not today.

This invitation, with its bizarre seduction and teasing, points directly to a fatal and direct hint that makes the diving bird in the scorching period want to stop.

Sometimes a man can resist the desire for a woman who is indifferent to him, but he can't resist a woman who shows his love passionately.

In a woman's world, love and sex are melting.

But in a man's world, these two are not always absolute.

For the first time, the diving bird felt that he could have betrayed himself so easily.