Only then did Ai Yanyan find out that she was barefoot and wearing a suspender nightdress, and she felt a little ashamed inexplicably, and glanced at Ye Tingliao before she entered the door to change her clothes. I don't have to go to school today, so Ai Yichen casually wears a knee-length skirt with small flowers. After washing up, I went to the living room.

"How long are you going to stay?" Ai Yan walked to Ye Tingliao's side and questioned angrily.

"You want to drive me away?" Ye Tingliao supported his side face with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her, this simple and casual action actually made the young man extremely noble. "I'm afraid it won't work. I just looked at your English test paper and it's a mess. Ai Yan, your English was taught by your PE teacher in math class. As he spoke, the young man pulled her over and pressed her against the carpet, and laid the test paper in front of Ai Yan.

Ai Yanyan looked at her unsightly test papers and refused in her heart, she would rather write another eighty sets of math test papers. "So, you're giving me tutoring this morning?" Ai Yan tilted her head, her eyes were open like a deer, and she knew that there was rejection written in her eyes at a glance.

"No refusal!" Ye Tingliao didn't know what Ai Yanzhen was thinking.

People are like this, this is the weakness of human nature, for what they are not good at, they always avoid risks instead of facing difficulties.

Ai Yan suddenly fled, her little head was crawling on the coffee table, the soft green silk covered her face tightly, and the two soft wattles patted the glass coffee table as if protesting, and then turned their faces sideways, with aggrieved and infinite pleading eyes, and asked, "Can I refuse?" ”

Ye Tingliao found that Ai Yan's small expressions, there were more and more small movements, and they became more and more lovely. He leaned closer to her face, her slender fingers pinning the strands of hair that had fallen from her face, her movements infinitely gentle. "Look, the beauty trick is useless to me." The young man's voice was hoarse and low, and he heard Ai Yan all over his body.

Ai Yan glanced at Ye Tingliao coldly, infinitely resentful. "Study!" Ai Yanyan got up and left as he spoke, but saw that Ye Tingliao was still cross-legged. "Why do you want me to lead you?"

Ye Tingliao directly handed his hand over, raised his eyebrows and said, "That's what I mean." ”

Ai Yanchen slapped him unceremoniously and said, "If your legs are numb, your legs will be numb, who are you liaring." Ai saw that he really couldn't stand, he must have been squatting here for a long time, and his legs were numb. She smiled with a smile in her eyes, her eyes were sly, and she asked softly and sweetly: "Hehe, little brother, do you want a massage?" Ai Yan's heart was playful, and the magic grasp stretched out to Ye Tingliao's unconscious calf and poked it gently.

** On the head, just like alcohol on the brain, Ai Yan's soft and glutinous tone has made him want to stop, plus this kind of ** makes him want to die again and do it again. Ai Yanyan played hard, and his little hand gently pinched Ye Tinglian's leg and abdomen, which was numb, painful and crispy, which really made him turn a thousand times. It's probably like that's what it feels like to be in pain and happiness, but the initiator doesn't seem to have heard of it, and he's still having fun.

Ye Tingliao pinched her hand, resisted the urge to press her to the ground and kiss her fiercely, and said solemnly: "Yan Yan, if you are naughty again, I will press you on the carpet and kiss her." With that, Ye Tingliao pulled her into his arms and fell on the carpet to imprison her in his arms. Ai Yan is not a master of peace, of course, being held in the arms of a boy is immoral in her mind.

Seeing Ai Yan struggling beside him, the desire he had just hidden was suddenly caught and placed in front of him in public. But he could not frighten the little girl, who was only sixteen years old, who understood nothing, and who was as simple as a child. His hoarse voice, as if he was suppressing the screaming beast in his heart, muttered a little ambiguously: "Don't make trouble, my patience is limited." ”

The young body exuded pure hormones, and the body was hot and hot, and the thin shirt soaked into the girl's texture, burning her subconsciously curled fingers, dyed with a peach-like flush. The hot temperature reminded her of a sentence in a love letter, "The galaxy is hot, you are a cold night".

"I think you're hooking me." The young man behind him suddenly spit out a sentence.

"Ye Tingliao, you let me go. You think I'm going to sin if you're good-looking, you're underage! Ai Yan complained softly, of course, this voice sounded like a coquette.

"Hey, let me hold it for a while, or I really want to sin." The young man made a hoarse voice, and subconsciously tightened his powerful arms to tighten Ai Yan's thin and thin body, as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood to merge with him.

In fact, in the end, Ye Tingliao gave up resistance, but he didn't attack, he sipped on Ai Yan's lips like lightning, and then rushed into the bathroom as if fleeing for his life. And Ai Yan was at a loss the whole time. Whether it's 20-year-old Ai Weiai or 16-year-old Ai Yan, there are some things that are blank. Her life is short, incomplete, like a broken wall, supporting only the unwillingness of her youth. Once the only belief was broken, she also went to death, she thought that at that time all she had left was dignity, but Zhu Yu trampled her dignity under her feet.

The stubborn rose that bloomed in the wilderness trampled in the dirty mud like that, and from then on her life was only death.

When Ye Tingliao came out, he saw the girl who was supposed to be as dazzling as the sun curled up on the edge of the carpet, her delicate arms hugging the knee of one leg, and her little face resting on it, like a wronged kitten, not knowing what she was thinking. The desolation and sorrow in her that did not belong to her age could not be dispelled by the sun.

Ye Tingliao stepped forward and gently wrapped her whole body in his arms with the gentleness he had learned all his life, and said in a guilty voice: "Yan Yan, I'm sorry I scared you." ”

Ye Tingliao has always been arrogant and never bows his head, even his father can't shake a bit. He could say sorry, the man must be standing on the engine of his body.

"Ye Tingliao, I'm not a rose." Ai Yan sighed softly, inexplicably feeling cheap.

"Ye Tingliao has never liked roses." Ye Tingliao's chin rested on Ai Yan's shoulder, and the hot breath exhaled dispelled the chill in Ai Yan's heart. "But you should be alive than a rose."

Ai Yan exhaled lightly, and he said that she should be like this, not as she should be. This sentence pulled her back to reality, yes, she was only sixteen years old, and there was still a chance to turn the tables around.

Thinking of this, Ai Yan pretended to twist his young body impatiently and said, "Okay, okay, isn't it just learning English?" The tactics are so roundabout. ”