Lin Yu covered her mouth, just think of her drinking short videos and going crazy. Thinking like this, she nestled unscrupulously in Bai Yiyang's arms.

Bai Yiyang was stunned for a few seconds before sighing.

Looking at her sad appearance, it is inevitable that she will be resistant to the relationship between men and women.

If you tell her that she is actually a boy, I am afraid that I can scare this little girl so far away, and I will talk about it after a few days.

Lin Yu nestled in his arms from a soft whimper, and when he felt him gently pat her back, he cried louder.

Bai Yiyang was at a loss, so he could only hold her in his arms and gently pat her back, as soft as his mother coaxing herself when she was a child.

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm here......"

His whispering was too gentle, which made Lin Yu indulge in it, and even gave birth to the idea of never leaving this tenderness.

Lin Yu was tired of crying, and under his soft muttering from time to time, the drunken sleepiness swept up together, and gradually closed his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Yiyang thought about things, coaxing her almost subconsciously, muttering from time to time.

Until her sobs died down and were replaced by even breathing.

He looked down at her, and saw that she had fallen into a deep sleep, and immediately cried and laughed again.

What's going on?

How can little grapefruit do some things that test his concentration?

Sighing helplessly, he still resigned himself to picking her up gently, hesitated, and put her on the sofa in the living room.

The sofa is quite soft and can be used as a sofa or a temporary bed.

Usually, it's convenient, sometimes Zihao comes over to rest during the lunch break.

deliberately took an air-conditioning blanket, which was neither thin nor thick, so as not to freeze her.

Carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for her, Bai Yiyang breathed a sigh of relief, half-squatted beside her, and carefully looked at her delicate sleeping face.

"When should I tell you?"

He asked in a muttered voice, answered only by the sound of her even breathing.

Curled her lips and smiled softly, she was willing to be in front of herself, let go of all the defenses in her heart, it can be regarded as very special to herself, right?

It was not yet seven o'clock, and he went to tidy up the table, but the pot was confiscated, and the dishes were all in the refrigerator.

Prevent this little girl from getting up in the middle of the night and crying hungry.

Tidying it up lightly, he couldn't help but sit next to her again.

Carefully brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a faint smile.

His gaze moved to her lips, which looked soft.

remembered that before she said that her first kiss was still there, she hissed......

Bai Yiyang stretched out his hand and couldn't help but rub his lips. That really sounds like he took her first kiss away when he was seven years old......

I grabbed my wig, but it was still young, and it might not be my first kiss.

Hey, you can't take advantage of people's danger, in case she suddenly wakes up, it's embarrassing.

You can't let her think she has any special fetishes.

Bai Yiyang stood up and tiptoed into his house like a thief.

Afraid that the sound of her own keyboard would disturb her, she deliberately closed the door.

First, I checked the surface to make sure I couldn't see anything, and then I turned on the computer and put on the headphones, intending to cut out the street photography challenge video she recorded yesterday.

……

After reversing twice and walking for a short distance, Tang Zihao and Qian Sichen stood at the door of the hotel in Mengxian Tower.

This is a four-storey restaurant, and from the outside, it has an antique charm.

It looks like a heavy plaque, on which the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, three gilded characters of Mengxian Building.

It is not a plaque made of modern technology, but it is clearly written by hand with special pigments.

The word has the style of calligraphy, and eighty percent is the inscription of a famous calligrapher.

Qian Sichen tightened the coat on her body, and the guy didn't take the initiative to speak along the way, making her pretty face even colder.

Tang Zihao touched his nose: "Let's go, Qin Ming is waiting in the Tianzi Pavilion on the third floor." ”。

"Oh."