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Back to the room.

Chi Ying jumped out of Ji Muyi's arms, holding his shoulders and feet to the ground.

It's just that the hand around his neck still hasn't been put down, and he has taken a few steps forward, and Ji Muyi has stepped back along her. The back is against the door panel, and it is cold, but the position on the chest is very hot.

The little head was against his chest.

"It's a little uncomfortable." It's like a child who has been bullied outside and returns home to complain to his parents, and his words are full of sullenness.

Really.

He guessed.

With this height, he rubbed her long, somewhat messy hair and whispered, "I'm sorry I'm late." He kissed the top of her hair pityingly, and held her firmly in his arms again.

"You're amazing, even if you don't get a prize. It is also a well-deserved number one in my heart. ”

Well? Chi Ying looked up at him.

Something seems to be wrong.

He thought about it, and it was not because he was unhappy and depressed that he didn't win an award.

She's not going to be so sad about a trophy.

What can make Chi Ying care so much is not only his family, but he is in front of him.

"They say you don't like it."

This is a boy who protects himself with his life, and Chi Ying is reluctant to listen to others say that he is not good at all.

Especially in person.

Ji Muyi smiled, kissed his face and kissed the tip of his nose. The foreheads meet and the breathing coincides. "So what does it matter? Thousands of words others say about me, but they can't match your words. "He can be invincible to others, but he can't resist Chi Ying's words, I like you." So, sister, you have to be clear about one thing. You're the only one who can hurt me. ”

Chi Ying looked up at him, the dimly lit room was not very clear, and only a vague outline could be faintly discerned.

It's just that the burning gaze of the young man lingering on her has not disappeared.

He kept looking at her.

"It's too late for me to be nice to you, how can I hurt you."

The night breeze blowing into the room through the gap in the window brings a refreshing cold feeling.

The mind that should have been sober has become a little ambiguous in this situation.

The strings that were tight on the nerves were about to break.

Chi Ying was held in his arms.

His muffled laughter rang in his ears. "Really? How does that sister want to be nice to me? Some things are more than just words. "At least some practical action has to be taken to give him some sweetness.

Some thick fingertips, rubbing against the white and tender skin, up and down, the strength is sometimes light and sometimes heavy. When the pressure reaches a point, the breathing of the person in the arms begins to change.

Chi Ying backhanded his hand to do bad things.

"Have you figured it out?"

Ji Mu lowered his head, a little anxious, tormenting back and forth as if venting, forcing her to look into her eyes. The gaze was re-entangled after a second, and the eyes were deep and charming. "Sister, are you stealing my lines again?"

Chi Ying didn't know how to begin.

Originally, my brain hurt and I didn't want to think too much about it when I was asked by the reporter tonight, but now I was confused and frizzy by him.

The brain is also about to shut down.

"Do you want it?"

I want to think about it, I dream about it.

The eyes are also very aggrieved.

Warm breath fell on Chi Ying's ears. "If I say I want to, can I get a reward?" I want you to be mine, truly mine.

It wasn't until the faint 'um' sounded that the boulder in my heart finally fell to the ground.

The strings that had been tight for a long time finally broke.