Qi Xingyan's long eyelashes drooped down, deliberately puffing out his cheeks to pretend to be pitiful, and he was like a large pet sitting on the stone steps, helpless.

It wasn't until Yi Zhantong got a little closer that he raised his head, stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around her thin waist, buried his head in her warm lower abdomen, and his breath came from his nose.

He muttered, apologizing, "I'm sorry...... Tongtong, I, I know it's wrong. ”

The air was moist and moist, and the smell of the earth was fresh, but faintly, he could smell the faint smell of wine and a touch of ...... on her body The smell of blood?

Qi Xingyan, who was lying on top of her, frowned slightly.

Yi Zhantong slid her hands down his cheeks and stopped at his chin, with a slight force, supporting his handsome face with both hands.

Four-eyed gaze.

Yi Zhantong's rare gentleness reiterated again, "Let's go, let's go home, my big pet dog." ”

When Qi Xingyan heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Subsequently, the second became a trick, but he refused to let go of the hand holding Yi Zhantong.

buried his head deeper, and it was not until he confirmed that there was indeed a smell of blood in her clothes that Qi Xingyan let go.

"You smell like another man."

He got up arrogantly, dropped this sentence coldly, turned around and walked in the direction of home.

Hanging his head, hooking his back, he looked sullen.

Yi Zhantong raised his hand and sniffed the smell on his body.

The bar was mixed, the smell was too strong, and the smell of alcohol was enough, he said the smell of other men...... Which one?

I can't help but recall that in the middle of the dance floor in the bar, she danced a spicy dance, and there were indeed some people around her.

Who is Ke Yi Zhan Tong?

She is the soul of flowers.

She had the ability to keep these people from sticking to her body.

After all, the people who can move her, the people who dare to move her, except for Chief Qi Xingyan Qi, who provoked and fought again and again, there is no one else.

Yi Zhantong wrinkled his eyebrows, but he didn't know that the position in front of him had already changed.

Originally, she was the one she wanted to coax, but now, it has completely become her to coax him.

She didn't have time to worry about it.

Take a step and follow him, the height disparity.

If someone looks at Yi Zhantong behind her from Qi Xingyan's point of view, they will definitely think that she is a newly spiked radish head.

The dreadlocks on his head are like radish leaves, and he walks and jumps one after another, which is very cute.

Qi Xingyan's face was gloomy, and he strode in front of him, but the more he walked, the slower his steps became, as if he was deliberately waiting for Yi Zhantong to catch up.

The girl stared at him and followed him unhurriedly, and finally she spoke, her voice with a little weak coquettishness: "Teacher Qi, I'm cold~~"

A trivial sentence of coquettishness made the man walking in front of him stop suddenly.

It took two seconds before it was decided to turn around.

He still held her clothes in his hands, and with a cold and unhappy face, his long arms went around behind her ears and draped her directly.

Then, as if angry, he straightened his face, took the two sleeves of her coat straight to the top, and tied a dead knot on her chest.

The strength was great, and her developing chest was slightly painful.

Yi Zhantong blinked, raised his head, met his angry expression, and asked funny, "How are you letting me go?" ”

Qi Xingyan frowned slightly, walked straight behind her with long legs.

In the next second, her whole body was wrapped around his waist and landed firmly on his chest.

, a ...... Princess hug?

Qi Xingyan lowered his head and said coldly, "I'll take you home." ”