She suddenly remembered the fragment of her dream, as if she really hugged him first, so he was really the breeze in her dream?!

In an instant, Ning Xiaomeng's face turned even redder than just now, woo...... She lost all her face.

"How? Come to think of it? Mo Xinchen raised his eyebrows and looked at her and asked.

"I ......" woo woo~ Where is the tunnel, borrow her to drill it, she has no face to see people.

"What am I, sleeping." As he spoke, he moved her into his arms to make her fit him.

Who can sleep if he makes it like this? And can you fall asleep in front of a boy who is so handsome and looks at you affectionately?

She looked at his face and swallowed, her eyes unconsciously stopped on his lips again, he had kissed her just now, and her lips seemed to still have his taste remaining.

The smell is like a dream, so that people deeply remember that they can't forget it.

Her throat tightened, so close to him, her nervous breathing was a little unsmooth, and her hand unconsciously rested on his handsome face......

He didn't move, quietly watching her moves, she closed her eyes, approached his lips, and just a centimeter away, she stopped.

Suddenly came back to her senses, her eyes widened, she, what was she doing?

Mo Xinchen looked at her dull eyes and sneered, "If you want to kiss me, just say it." ”

"Who, who wants to kiss...... Hmmm......"

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by his sudden kiss and swallowed it all into his stomach.

He put his hand on the back of her head and raised her head slightly, kissed her lower lip and sucked it gently, and she began to respond to him jerkyly.

She let him rage on her lips in a daze, indulging in this long hot kiss, and her mouth was his own breath, a faint mint, a faint sweetness......

I don't know how long it took for them to reluctantly let go of each other, she gasped slightly, and it seemed that she still hadn't learned how to ventilate.

"Ning Xiaomeng, say you love me."

"You love me."

Ning Xiaomeng's brain was a little hypoxic, and she was still inhaling a lot of air, so she didn't react to what he said for a while, and casually said his instructions.

“…… Of course I love you, I mean for you to say I love you. He knocked her head speechlessly, and with this action, she regained the function of her brain.

He seemed to have confessed to her just now, as if he loved her, and suddenly she wanted to hear him again.

"Say it again." I wanted to hear it again, so I thought about it.

"......" He gave her a speechless look, rolled over and ignored her.

"Hey, you say it again, I didn't hear it clearly, and if you say it again, you won't lose a piece of meat, what are you afraid of?" Ning Xiaomeng shook his arm as she spoke.

"I'm not interested, sleep." He closed his eyes as he spoke.

Cut, don't say it, don't say it, she's not uncommon anymore, she pouted at him, lay flat on her back, silent.

They'll be able to go home tomorrow, right? She blinked, looked at the ceiling, her eyelids grew heavy, and finally fell asleep.

In the early morning, the fog fills the air, light and elegant, everywhere is a piece of white, looking into the distance, as if separated by a veil, faintly, if there is nothing, the mountain fog lingers as if it is like a fairyland on earth in mythology.

The grass was covered with crystal clear dewdrops, the leaves could not bear its weight and slid into the dirt, soaking the earth, and occasionally a few bird calls, pleasantly sounding, as if to report the beginning of a new day.