Meng Yi'er was slightly angry and said impatiently:

"Yan Yichen, you can figure it out, I'm not your person, why do you care about me?"

"Who said you weren't mine, you're the only woman I like."

Yan Yichen's voice was low and full of temptation, with bewitchment.

It's obviously very light, but it's strong and domineering and goes straight to her heart.

Meng Yi'er's heart suddenly stopped for half a beat, and her eyes widened to look at his smiling face.

This man is also too straightforward.

"However, I did not accept your confession."

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he felt that it was too difficult to face the man in front of him.

Yan Yichen raised his eyebrows, and his cold voice was very good.

"I know, it won't be long before you'll accept me."

The confidence in the man's tone made Meng Yier slightly stunned, and after pondering for a moment, she smiled and continued patiently:

"Then, if I don't accept you for a day, we are just ordinary friends, and you can't interfere with my freedom to make friends."

The warm palm wrapped her slender white and tender thorn, and the warm palm was against her bare skin, Meng Yier's body trembled slightly, and she lost her mind for a moment.

There was a streamer in the dark eyes that was gently flowing, and the corners of the lips were slightly hooked.

"Meng Yi'er, you will be my woman sooner or later, whether it is now or in the future, I can't give other men any chance."

Meng Yi'er's eyelashes trembled slightly.

His voice was very soft and gentle, but the domineering and affectionate words made Meng Yi'er's heart tremble.

She's real...... It's a bit overwhelming.

This also makes so much sense.

Meng Yi'er frowned, she couldn't understand this man's logic.

In the end, she could only helplessly tuck her long hair and sigh softly.

"Whatever you want."

After hesitating for a while, Yan Yichen opened his mouth and asked, "Is he pursuing you?" ”

Meng Yi'er glanced at her with starry eyes, glanced to the side, and did not speak.

A dull streamer of light appeared in her black jade eyes, and he wrenched her body so that she had to look directly at him, her gaze falling on her starry eyes.

"You like him?"

Meng Yi'er was stunned for a long time, not knowing how to answer, after all, she didn't fully understand this question herself.

"Why don't you speak?"

Without waiting for her answer, Yan Yichen's dark eyes dimmed, his face returned to his usual coldness, and even his always cold voice became a little colder.

His questioning tone made Meng Yi'er a little irritable, she frowned, and her soft face showed a hint of cold arrogance.

"Yes, I like him, are you satisfied?"

Meng Yi'er's soft voice suddenly became sharp, and she broke free from his grip as she spoke.

grabbed the backpack on the coffee table and fled in a panic.

Yan Yichen froze in place, and it took a long time to react from his shock.

With a slight pain in his heart, he pursed his lips, and his dark eyes crossed with all kinds of sadness.

She said she liked Kirson.

However, in the past two days, he can clearly feel that she is different from him, and that feeling is clearly liking.

How could she possibly like Kirson?

Meng Yi'er wanted to escape in a panic, but as soon as she took two steps, she was grabbed by the strong force coming from her arm.

She could even feel the warm touch of that hand touching her arm, and her heart was beating wildly, as if it could jump out at any moment.

Meng Yi'er instantly gasped, that feeling, which she had never felt before, made her feel strange and terrible.