Yan Yichen hooked his lips, his dark eyes were dark, his voice was a little hoarse in a low voice, and his tone was playful.

"Didn't you call me a pervert? So I thought, if I don't do something, will I ...... Sorry for the title. ”

Her dark and dull eyes stared hotly at her delicate red lips, and leaned down.

Sensing his approach, Meng Yi'er's heart suffocated slightly.

The cold breath on the man's body came to his face, and then the sexy thin lips were about to fall.

Meng Yi'er's heart suddenly beat violently, and she turned her head slightly before his lips fell.

"Wait a minute."

Qingli's voice was full of panic.

The lips only touched for a moment, and then they were gone.

Supple.

Creamy.

Although the touch was only for a moment, the touch also made both of them stunned.

Coming back to her senses in a daze, Meng Yi'er raised her head, met his smiling gaze, and after only one glance, she lowered her head shyly, not daring to look again.

It was a feeling of the heartstrings being tugged at hard.

The sound of the heartbeat was like thunder, and it seemed like it could jump out at any moment.

What's even more strange is that the moment her lips touched just now, she was not disgusted.

She must hate him.

Airport that time.

Downstairs that time.

In the past, she was obviously resistant and angry at his touch.

Why does it feel different this time, there is no resistance and anger, and there seems to be a trace of sweetness in my heart.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she looked up suspiciously, and what caught her eye was still the handsome face, looking at her with a shallow smile.

"You ......"

The corners of Yan Yichen's lips rose slightly, still a familiar touch, a familiar fragrance.

He just wanted to tease her, and the unintentional touch of his lips was just an added bonus. However, this time she seemed to have a different attitude from the past, and she didn't seem to resist him as much as before, which made him feel good, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a shallow smile.

"Huh?"

"I know you just broke in...... Worry about me, I shouldn't scold you for being a pervert, you don't remember villains, don't worry about me. ”

The voice became smaller and smaller, and after speaking, Meng Yier smiled awkwardly.

This girl actually learned to bow to him?

It's no longer a little wild cat that slaps its teeth and claws at him.

It's so rare!

Yan Yichen smiled indifferently, her slender fingers pinched her face gently, and a beautiful voice sounded above her head, with a hint of lazy pampering.

"Good girl."

Meng Yi'er looked at him in surprise. He hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his hand indifferently, looking silent.

"Yan Yichen, you get up first......"

Speak softly, for fear of angering him again, after all, this position is too unsafe.

Yan Yichen raised his eyebrows, propped his hands on the side of the bed, turned over, and stood on the ground, without crushing Meng Yi'er in the process.

Meng Yi'er hurriedly got up, tightened the bath towel on her body, and covered her bare shoulders with her hands.

Yan Yichen turned around and gave her time to tidy herself up.

"Sneeze ......"

As soon as Meng Yier stood up, she felt that her nose was uncomfortable and itchy, and she couldn't cover her nose just when her hand was raised, so she sneezed twice in a row.

Yan Yichen turned around and pulled out two pieces of paper at the head of the bed, took a step forward and handed them over, his eyes full of anxiety.

"You have a cold?"

Meng Yi'er rubbed her nose, took the paper from his hand, and smiled slightly.

"I just took a shower, and I accidentally fell asleep in the bathtub, so I may have caught a little cold."