And at this moment, He Zheng stared at her and said slowly:

"Yaoyao, you know what?"

"In life, there is a kind of pain called irreparable fault."

"But there is another kind of pain......"

"It's called, an irretrievable miss."

"I, I don't want to miss you, what about you?"

He Zheng said softly.

Boom –

Meng Yao's heart defense was completely dismantled by these words.

yes, what if...... If she misses his words, will she regret it in the future?

The question is too simple.

Thinking of the pain in his heart when he mistakenly thought He Zheng was in a car accident, Meng Yao knew the answer thoroughly.

She would.

Regret.

Perhaps, even with him, he may regret it in the future.

But she knows more deeply that at this moment, if she refuses again, she will inevitably regret it in the future.

"Hmm." She couldn't help but respond softly.

He Zheng's breathing was chaotic, and he asked in a slightly astringent voice, "What do you mean?" ”

Meng Yao took a deep breath.

Now that you've decided, don't regret it.

Later, let's talk about it later.

Who knows what the future holds?

At this moment, she suddenly had a moth to a fire and a determination to ignore it.

As soon as this determination was made, she was relieved, sighed softly, and laughed: "That's what it means." ”

Hearing this, He Zheng's eyes suddenly flickered.

Bright.

The bottom of those lacquer-like eyes bloomed with childlike pure joy.

He leaned closer, and the burning breath rushed to her ears:

"Yaoyao, I'm so happy, now, can I kiss you?"

“……”

"Just a moment."

His eyes burned with anticipation.

Meng Yao's heart was suddenly extremely sweet, and she whispered, "Okay." ”

He Zheng's beautiful Adam's apple moved, suddenly pressed her heavily in his arms, turned over and pressed on the sofa, and then stared at her for a moment.

His pupils were like black gems in a mountain spring, pure and clear, reflecting her little one.

Meng Yao was looked at by him like this, and for a moment, his heart seemed to soften into a puddle of water, and he closed his eyes shyly.

Then, she felt that his lips fell on hers, and with his crisp and sexy breath, a tingling sensation like an electric shock immediately spread throughout Meng Yao's body.

His lips were unusually soft and ironed, and his tongue gently pried open her lips, sucking at her taste.

It was their second kiss.

This time, it was in her willingness, in her state of complete consciousness.

The bodies of the two gradually warmed up, as if their blood was boiling, their heartbeats were completely disordered, and their breathing gradually became rapid.

At some point, Meng Yao's arm lifted and hugged him.

What "just once" is left behind.

From youth to familiarity, from half-push to obedient tacit understanding...... Sweet, slimy kisses.

After kissing for a long time, Meng Yao suddenly thought of something.

"Wait, wait, you haven't finished your wounds......" she said in a slumbered voice.

He Zheng let go of her, reluctantly glanced at her lips, took a few breaths, and sat up.

Meng Yao also got up, his eyes touched his handsome face, which had recovered indifferently, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and coughed: "Turn around." ”

He Zheng didn't move, just hooked the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand and gently stroked her cheeks, and brushed his fingertips on her delicate eyebrows.

There is still a lingering taste of her in her lips and teeth, very sweet and sweet.

He spoke, his voice extremely gentle: "You are now my person." ”

He's happy, really happy.

Meng Yao looked at him, burst out laughing, and his eyes bent: "Yes, now turn around obediently and let me help you take care of your wounds." ”

"Hmm." Only then did He Zheng turn around and turn his back towards her.

Is ------ sweet, is it sweet? The baby is dying of sweetness!