Six years have passed, she has changed a lot, she has become more beautiful than before, and her figure is more exquisite, but her big eyes have not changed, she is still so dark and bright, her eyes are flashing, and she always feels very innocent and innocent when she looks at others, which makes people can't help but love and pity.

However, she likes to hurt people with her legs and knees, but she has always retained it, Yan Yichen thought unhappily.

Yan Yichen fixed her shaking little head with his other hand, and kissed her deeply, his lips were slightly cold, but his tongue was warm, and he kissed her domineeringly and affectionately.

Meng Yier couldn't break free, so she could only passively bear his kiss, staring at this handsome face with shame.

can only secretly scold in his heart, damn the disciple, the handsome man can do whatever he wants?

The character is too poor, and he is really blind to such a high appearance.

Slowly, Meng Yi'er's cheeks flushed, she felt more and more difficult to breathe, her body seemed to be withdrawn, she was weak and weak, and her brain was also blank.

Her body was no longer obedient, and the confusion that had begun to be lost in his domineering and affectionate kiss was lost.

What little sanity she had left told her that this man was too dangerous and that she had to stay away from him immediately.

"There's no one here—"

"Yan Yichen is not here-"

"The sound may not have come from here, let's go over there and look for it."

The noisy chatter and footsteps outside grew farther and farther away, fading away.

Meng Yi'er was struggling with how to escape him, Yan Yichen finally reluctantly let go of her, his deep eyes looked at him emotionally, and there seemed to be desire flashing in his eyes.

She still tasted so good, just like six years ago, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes like ice.

Thinking of six years ago, a subtle chill flashed in Yan Yichen's eyes again.

He let go of her hand, and his slender fingers greedily rubbed her lips, extremely ambiguous.

Meng Yi'er caught a smile in his eyes, and his brain, which was about to lose his mind, immediately sobered up.

Meng Yi'er's hands were a little sore from his grasp, and she moved her hands that had finally been freed, and a trace of cunning flashed through her eyes.

Smack-

"Stinky rascal—"

Her little hand struck him in the face with lightning speed, and her bright, twinkling eyes glared at him viciously.

Yan Yichen's face was beaten to the side by him, he lowered his eyes, Meng Yi'er couldn't see his eyes, only to see him tugging at the corners of his mouth and smiling lightly.

After a few seconds of pause, he slowly turned his head and looked at her with flirtatious eyes.

"Stinky rascal? I just saw the way you looked, and I enjoyed it quite a lot, so why pretend to be high? ”

"You bastard—"

Meng Yi'er looked at her playful expression and disdainful words, her fair little face turned even redder, and she stretched out her hand and wanted to hit him again, but he grabbed him tightly.

Yan Yichen's deep eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible chagrin.

Is this woman his nemesis? In just more than 20 years of life, every time she appears, she will be messed up.

One day sixteen years ago, because he was reprimanded by his father, he missed his grandmother, who had always loved him the most, so he ran away from home alone.

He came to his grandmother's house from memory, it was the first time he went to his grandmother's house alone, and when he got there, he found that his grandmother was not at home, and the door was locked.

The sky was already a little dark, and Yan Yichen didn't want to go home to face his roaring father, so he waited for his grandmother to come back near his grandmother's house.

Suddenly, a little girl's cries came intermittently.

The voice came from the small building behind his grandmother's house, a dilapidated and abandoned building, which seemed to have not been inhabited for a long time, and which had been deserted for as long as he could remember.

He walked in the direction from which the sound came, and the cry grew closer.

Yan Yichen pushed the door in, it was very big, but it was covered with thick dust everywhere, and he suddenly became a little scared.

But curiosity overcame fear, and he slowly walked up the stairs and saw a thin little girl sitting by the bed.

The little girl looked like she was seven or eight years old, with snow-white skin and big eyes, but she was a little red and swollen when she cried. Wearing a red skirt with embroidered patterns on it.

Bright red clothes, snow-white skin, in the dim light, there were unspeakable ghosts, Yan Yichen's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt a little terrifying.

He panicked, turned around and tried to flee,

"Brother—"