Chapter 274: At most, it's a pure chat covered with a quilt

At the elevator door, Song Yao suddenly stopped and didn't press the button.

Wen Run's lips moved, hesitated for a moment, looked at Chen Yue's puzzled little face, and said seriously: "Chen Yue, if I say that you will be my person if you go up with me, and you are not allowed to leave me or leave me in the future, are you still willing to go up with me...... Can you figure it out? ”

Chen Yue was stunned when she heard this, Song Yao was giving her another chance to choose.

Even if she has a thousand words in her heart to explain: All along, I am the one who has been abandoned, and you are the one who will leave me. But she knew better than anyone now that what Song Yao wanted was not an explanation, she just needed to nod her head without hesitation.

"Well, I do."

Chen Yue's sonorous and powerful voice of "I am willing", as well as the smile on her face, made Song Yao feel very relieved, and unconsciously followed the corners of her mouth up, and even the bottom of her eyes was faintly shining.

Halfway up the elevator, Chen Yue suddenly became cramped and uneasy, and Song Yao naturally found out.

The hands of the two who were already very close to each other suddenly held hands, Chen Yue's heart was groaned, and the whole person froze.

"You're afraid of me?" Song Yao also sensed her discomfort, turned his face sideways and raised his eyebrows and asked.

Chen Yue shook her head desperately, "No, no, no, no......"

"Are you nervous?" The corners of Song Yao's mouth lightly hooked up a good-looking arc, and then a very demagogic voice lingered in her ears, "Still shy?" ”

"I ......," Chen Yue was speechless for a while.

"You haven't spent the night with another man?"

"Nonsense!" Although she couldn't stand Song Yao's sassy words, she couldn't get up, cowardly, she couldn't move anymore when she was old.

I'm afraid, now I talk about driving, and I have to really drive for a while. What I am even more afraid of is: driving is cool for a while, and driving is always cool.

Song Yao seemed to be very satisfied with her answer, his hand tightened, glanced at the camera in the elevator, hooked his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, at most, we will chat under the quilt." ”

This sentence seems to give Chen Yue a dose of strengthening.

However, Chen Yue doesn't know now that Song Yao, like her, says one thing and does another.

After entering the house, after Song Yao adjusted the water temperature, he came out of the bathroom, found another bathrobe, and threw it to her happily, "Take a bath." ”

“…… I ......, "I didn't bring anything, what did I wash and change?!"

"Don't wear it, I won't do anything to you." Song Yao saw her thoughts and smiled evilly.

Even if it's bad, those peach blossom eyes still fascinate people.

"Uh...... I'll go...... I'll go. Chen Yue felt that if she looked at it any longer, she would be sucked in by him, so she quickly fled and quickly stepped into the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of "banging" water in the bathroom, the smile on Song Yao's face dissipated, and the headache became even worse, and sure enough, he was still too excited downstairs, and his head was not dizzy, but he began to hurt.

He lay on his side on the sofa, rubbing his temples with his fingers until Chen Yue came out of the shower.

"Song Yao, you...... What's wrong? Chen Yue opened the bathroom door and saw him with a painful look on his face, and his heart was distressed.

But she probably knew what was going on, so she hesitated to ask.

When Song Yao heard this, he hurriedly put down his hand and sat up straight to look at her.

His bathrobe was still too big for a small man like Chen Yue, not to mention anything else, a large piece was exposed under the collarbone.

"It's okay, maybe it's cold from the wind, and I have a cold." Song Yao quietly looked away and stood up, "Wherever you sit, dry your hair first, and I'll take a shower." ”

It's "casual" again, this word reminds Chen Yue of the scene when Song Yao took her home when she was a freshman in high school.

The most lethal is still memory.

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