"He's asking you out?"

The voice is always cold.

"Hmm."

Meng Yi'er nodded, turned around and walked to the table, picked up the leftovers on the table, and said busily as she didn't realize that someone was about to breathe fire:

"After a day's tossing, Yan Yichen, you can rest well at night, pay attention not to get your hands wet, and I'll leave in a while......"

Walk?

Going on a date with Corson?

"Don't go."

Meng Yi'er was startled by his angry order, stopped what she was doing, and looked at him with a little surprise.

Yan Yichen's dark eyes were dark, revealing the danger that could not be hidden, and he walked over slowly.

The two were still a few steps away, Meng Yier already felt an invisible pressure coming to her, she subconsciously took two steps back, and her back slammed into the dining table defenselessly, and the pain hit instantly.

"Hmm......"

Meng Yi'er frowned and exclaimed.

Yan Yichen walked forward quickly and grabbed her waist, but unfortunately he was still a step too late.

"How are you?"

He let her go, his big hand on her waist and rubbed it gently, his eyes full of worry.

Feeling his warm hand rubbing her waist, Meng Yi'er's body stiffened suddenly, her face was dyed with a red glow, and she involuntarily reached out to push his big hand.

"I'm fine."

Yan Yichen grabbed her restless little hand with his other hand, and looked at her with a distressed look in his dark eyes.

The movements of his hands did not stop, the force was moderate, and a warm current flowed from his palms all over his body.

"Are you really okay?" Yan Yichen asked again uneasily, but the movements in his hands continued.

"Hmm."

Meng Yi'er lowered her eyes and nodded slightly, for fear that he would find her beating heart.

The eyebrows stretched, Yan Yichen relaxed a little, and rubbed her for a while.

Soon, Meng Yier felt that the pain disappeared a lot.

"I'm fine, you don't have to rub it."

Yan Yichen silently withdrew his big hand, looked at Meng Yi'er who was hanging his head and was at a loss, and smiled softly.

"How often do you be so reckless?"

Yan Yichen's nice voice was a little teasing.

"I've never had it before."

Meng Yi'er was anxious to explain, and then saw the man's handsome face with a deeper smile, and the embarrassment deepened.

"Only in front of me?"

The words were not subtle at all, Meng Yi'er turned her head and did not speak again.

Yan Yichen chuckled, "That's good." ”

Meng Yi'er's face turned a little redder again.

Yan Yichen suddenly leaned forward slightly, propped her hands on the edge of the dining table, and imprisoned her between him and the dining table.

Meng Yi'er leaned back slightly, looking up at his deep eyes suspiciously.

His dark eyes stared at her for a moment, he pulled his lips, and a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Meng Yi'er, do you think I'll let you meet other men?"

Meng Yi'er was stunned, looked at the man who was close at hand, and sighed lightly.

"Yan Yichen, don't be so naïve."

"Am I naïve?"

Yan Yichen raised his eyebrows.

Immature?

Yan Yichencen's thin lips were a little stiff.

This word is very new.

But he was used to giving him all sorts of strange adjectives from her mouth.

Meng Yi'er rolled her eyes and said helplessly:

"You have to interfere when I go out with my friends, isn't it naïve?"

The dark eyes gradually became colored with an obscure light.

"No matter what you say, I won't let you go tonight, you're going to die of this heart."