A careless sentence is like pushing all the pots away, and it seems to have eliminated all his little expectations, and all that remains is his restless heart.

At this moment, Wei Qianhang seemed to know what he wanted.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Then can you be careful in the future." ”

"Okay." Fu Xin responded obediently, "Then I must be careful in the future, I won't kiss you!" ”

She was sincere in admitting her mistakes, because she thought she was all at fault.

Thinking that she had nothing to do with Wei Qianhang, she kissed him so suddenly, empathizing, even she herself would feel a trace of annoyance and anger at the same time as shock, the annoyance of being violated.

Therefore, Wei Qianhang's reaction at this moment was a normal reaction in Fu Xin's eyes.

It stands to reason that he is not a calculating person, let alone a person who is angry for chastity, and after listening to Fu Xin's sincere explanation, it is time to let go.

However, this time, he still didn't let go.

The wide palm was clasped on the back of her head, and the five fingers rubbed her long hair slightly, back and forth two or three times, so that Fu Xin's emotions were teased to the nervous point again and again.

Finally, he spoke.

"I mean, can you be more careful and kiss me in the future. If you want to steal a kiss, don't let me find out at all, lest I get excited in vain. If you want to kiss vigorously, then please be above board, so that I can have a reason to nibble back. ”

The air seemed to be silent for two seconds.

Just after he regretted that he had said something nonsense in an instant, Fu Xin silently floated out: "Then I want to be vigorous now." ”

A word is like a beam of light that illuminates the night.

Wei Qianhang raised his eyes almost at that moment, looked at her face fixedly, and dropped a word without thinking about it.

"Okay."

His hand swept through her hairline, and reason finally returned to her brain, and the hand paused in mid-air for half a second before finally landing on her shoulder.

"Wei Qianhang, I like you a lot, well, really."

I used to hear people say that once a person has a weak heart, he will like to add a sentence of "true" after a sentence, but now Fu Xin wants to add these two words from the bottom of his heart, as if he can express his feelings for him more truly and profoundly.

At this time, Fu Xin is not good at confession, but she always feels that there is a lack of a sense of ritual between them, and a lack of heartbeat drumbeat, so she adds some material to this atmosphere.

The tail note was intercepted in the air halfway, and his sensibility replaced his reason, and the reason in his mind was no better than a sentence of "I like you".

Wei Qianhang tentatively leaned up to her lips, poked her tongue in, and received her gentle response, and her heart was as if the embankment had been broken by the stormy waves, and the army could not be formed, and the vast sea flooded in her heart, overflowing the endless tide of thought, and the likes that were hidden in the depths were washed out, floating on the water, and floating in the heart

He almost carefully put one hand on her neck, and the other hand on her waist, afraid that he would not hurt her lightly, but at the same time he had the urge to attack the city, and only felt that the light sucking on his lips could no longer satisfy him.

Fu Xin vaguely felt that the blood in his body was flowing, the blood vessels were expanding, and his heart was beating, beating non-stop.

But this should just be an illusion when she is excited, because zombies don't have this kind of physiology, let alone a heartbeat.

Her mind couldn't help but think back to the zombies she had seen during the day, the empty pupils and bones that were ready to die.

"Wei Qianhang, have you thought about it in the future?"

"Huh?"

Wei Qianhang didn't react for a while, only heard her next sentence

"I want to have a future."