All her thoughts were on her seductive little mouth that kept opening and closing.

He wanted to kiss her.

Yes, immediately.

The big hand grabbed her slender wrist, and he forced, and she fell defenselessly.

The sudden movement, Meng Yi'er's eyes widened in shock, and she stopped chattering.

Vaguely saw a healthy arm around her thin waist, and before she could react, she was already sitting on Yan Yichen's lap.

The hand instinctively climbed up to his shoulder.

He lowered his head slightly, and crashed into his dark and gloomy eyes.

Meng Yi'er's face turned crimson, and she felt the burning heat on his chest and thighs intensely.

The waist that was tightly grasped by his big hand seemed to be burned, and a shiver spread from his waist.

"You...... Do what? Meng Yi'er's soft voice trembled slightly from fright.

The Adam's apple rolled, Yan Yichen stroked her little face with his hand, and said in a dumb voice:

"I want to kiss you."

Kiss her?

He was so blunt.

But why?

Isn't kissing an act of intimacy that naturally flows from the depths of a couple's relationship?

Why did he want to kiss her?

Is it really like Yu Mingxin said, he likes her?

However, he never said it......

"If you don't speak, I'll take you as a default."

The hoarse voice suddenly sounded, Meng Yi'er was intoxicated with her thoughts, and before she could react, Yan Yichen's thin lips deceived her and accurately captured her lips.

Her lips were soft and unspeakable, with an unknown fragrance, like an orchid, soft and clear, and the taste was as beautiful as she remembered.

Meng Yi'er was frightened by his sudden kiss, her hands were pressed against Yan Yichen's chest, and her eyes widened and she stared blankly at the man's handsome face, which had been magnified several times.

The bridge of his nose is high, and the strand of broken hair on his forehead hangs down casually, making him look a little more lazy and sexy.

The man closed his eyes and kissed her emotionally, as if worshipping a rare treasure.

She suddenly noticed that his eyelashes were very long, trembling slightly, and even women rarely had such long eyelashes.

Meng Yi'er's mind suddenly broke into a sleeping face without warning, although it was blurry, but it was enough to see the outline of his facial features.

That face and the face in front of me slowly overlapped, and there was no difference in the slightest.

Wrong!

Why did she suddenly remember that face?

The face that has always been blurred in my memory.

The face of the man who took her first night six years ago.

On that morning six years ago, the man who had taken away her first night slept beside her bed, and when she woke up, she was surprised, angry, flustered, and all kinds of emotions entangled her, making her even more panicked, and she fled before she even had time to see that face clearly.

I only vaguely remember that the man also had long eyelashes that made women jealous.

For six years, it was the only memory she had of him.

It was her eternal pain, and she never mentioned it to anyone, and she didn't want to think about it.

I just want to bury it deep in my heart.

The face is as blind as Meng Yi'er, and the face that she has never remembered clearly is becoming more and more blurred in her mind, and she only vaguely remembers that it is a handsome face.

Meng Yier looked at the man in front of her again, and he was so handsome.

Could it be him?

In the vast world, is there really such a coincidence?

Meng Yi'er suddenly felt helpless, she wanted to know the truth, but she was afraid of the truth.