Lin Wu looked at the scar blankly, and even forgot to drip tears, she blinked, and sobbed a little: "Then, where did it come from?" ”

Jiang Yi smiled: "When I was a freshman in high school, I got it when I was fighting with others. ”

He was only sixteen years old at the time, and Tang Xue and Jiang's father had no time to care about him because they were busy with work.

At that time, it was a rebellious period, and he made appointments with others all day long, and now I think about it, he is still a bit of a secondary two.

He didn't pay attention at the time, and his skin was cut by a high school junior holding a porcelain piece picked up on the ground, leaving this scar.

It wasn't much worse, and there was less blood flow.

"But I won that fight, and the three of them can't beat me."

He raised an eyebrow a little proudly.

Lin Wu sniffed, let out a muffled "um", stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed his fingertips on his scar.

"Does it hurt?" She asked softly.

Jiang Yi tilted his head: "It doesn't hurt." ”

Lin Wu was silent, she straightened up, raised her legs and straddled Jiang Yi. Then he lowered his head and dropped a kiss on that scar.

Jiang Yi's body stiffened.

The place where she had kissed was tingling.

He snorted and grabbed Lin Wu's waist.

"Jiang ...... Brother. She exclaimed suddenly.

Jiang Yi paused, touching her face: "Huh? ”

"I love you too."

Jiang Yi opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse, his heart was astringent, and then, he said, "That cub, do you want me?" ”

"Yes."

She lowered her head slightly and latched on to the tattoo on Jiang Yi's collarbone.

The tips of the teeth rubbed against the distinct tattoos slowly, setting off bursts of electricity.

The fingertips slipped into Jiang Yi's fingers, and the two hands were blended together, and the ten fingers were interlocked.

"Cub ......" he suddenly called out to her, and carried her out of bed in this position. Seeking Chinese

"Huh?" Lin Wu looked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Yi strode her on the bathroom sink, stretched out his hand to remove the mask that was a little dry on her face, picked up the face towel on the side and moistened the water, wiped her face clean, and then wiped it for himself.

"Alright." He withdrew his hand and carried her back to the bed: "Let's continue." ”

Go on? What do you keep doing?

She blinked, snapped back to her senses, remembered what she had just done, and her face turned red again.

"Hmm......" she turned her face awkwardly, her fingertips tightened, "It's ......"

Jiang Yi's tattoo was printed on his lip again.

She poked out the tip of her tongue.

Jiang Yi's eyes flickered as he took Lin Wu's hand and pinched her chin with the other hand, forcing her to raise her head.

The next second, he bit her lip.

At first, he kissed very softly, but slowly, his kiss became more and more intense, making Lin Wu feel the base of his tongue tingle.

Fingers swirling around her back.

He stopped kissing, and the darkness in his eyes was a desire that Lin Wu couldn't understand.

Jiang Yi pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and slowly spit out two words: "Ying." ”

Ying?

Lin Wu blinked, and immediately reacted.

She was dumbfounded.

How could Jiang Yi say such a thing so calmly?

Shame.

She swallowed nervously, and the joke that Qing Jing had told her before suddenly popped up in her head.

"So......" she said tentatively, "do you want to ask for help, Five-Fingered Girl?" ”

After saying that, Lin Wu regretted it, and she shrunk her neck nervously.

Jiang Yi: "......"

He looked at the little girl's empty expression, smiled helplessly, touched her hair, and hugged her off himself: "Don't use it, I'll take a bath." ”