Wen Qingwan stared at his eyes for a moment, and didn't smile, "Uncle... You can't talk about something well? I have to..."

Before she finished speaking, she paused, her eyes rolling on the arms that Ye Yimo held her, and the meaning of dissatisfaction was particularly obvious.

After that, Wen Qingwan only felt that someone was scratching her waist lightly and heavily, and she struggled to turn over, but found that her body couldn't move at all.

"May 20th, my birthday." Ye Yimo's chin leaned slightly closer and gently rested on her shiny forehead. The voice is very faint, and the eyes are very cold, like an unfathomable deep pool with no bottom in sight.

"May 20?"

Isn't that today!

Wen Qingwan's expression was a little stunned, and it took a long time to recover, but it seemed that he couldn't hold back that dissatisfaction anymore, and said very dryly, "So... Uncle, are you so cold to me today because I forgot your birthday? ”

"yes, so how are you going to soothe my wounded heart?"

Seeing her expression, Ye Yimo couldn't help but feel a little teasing in her heart, and raised her left hand to press the side of her head, as if she was displeased and lowered her voice.

Greeted Ye Yi's indifferent and unhappy expression, Wen Qingwan suddenly panicked!

As a raider, the most taboo thing is to make the raider unhappy, but... How is she going to be appeased?

Wen Qing stroked her forehead with a headache.

The system suddenly proposed: Or... With the body?

Body?

Wen Qing sighed: Die! I won't sell my body until the critical moment!

She raised her little face slightly and looked at Ye Yimo, "How does the uncle want me to appease me?" The scribbled meaning of this discourse is particularly obvious.

"I don't have money or power, so I can't satisfy you at all."

System: Why can't you be satisfied? Are you transparent when your body! Let me tell you, as long as you have a shot with the male god, your favorability may be full!

As soon as he heard that the favorability might be full, Wen Qingwan was a little shaken.

It's been almost a week since I came to Yeyimo, and my favorability hasn't increased at all. How long will it take for her to leave this plane?

And... This is not her body, what is she afraid of?

As soon as Wen Qingwan made up his mind, he heard Ye Yi Mo faintly speak.

"I don't lack money, I don't lack power, I only lack you." The words are extremely beautiful.

The voice is magnetic and low.,It's as pleasing to the eye as a fan.,With a grace and gorgeousness that blends into the blood and bones.。

Wait a minute!

What did she just hear?

Who is missing? She?

Wen Qingwan looked at him incredulously, "Uncle, you... What did you say? ”

Although she always knew that Ye Yimo liked her, he had never officially confessed to her so far.

Right now... Are you going to confess?

Wen Qingwan was a little excited.

Who knows, Ye Yimo glanced at her very lazily, and said coldly, "It's nothing, let's eat cake." ”

With that, he let go of her and reached out to touch his nose, his slender and bony index finger rubbing against the bridge of his nose, and his every move was quite pleasing to the eye.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses.

It's that she's thinking too much.

Wen Qingwan was not restrained, smiled and said hello generously.

…

The two of them ate cake each across the long table, without even half a sentence of communication, the atmosphere was very silent and depressing, and the air around them seemed to have solidified.

Wen Qing coughed and raised his little face slightly, "Uncle... Happy birthday! ”

"Hmm."

Getting a cold answer, Wen Qingwan didn't feel bored with himself, "Uncle... Are you not a fan of sweets? ”

"Hmm."

Well, Wen Qing stroked his forehead, and he didn't know where he provoked him.

Eight years have passed, and Ye Yimo has not changed anything except becoming handsome, especially this unchanging temperament.

Wen Qingwan didn't speak, buried his head and continued to eat the cake.

"Wow"

The sound of leather shoes on the ground reached her ears.

Wen Qing was shocked and raised her little face.

I saw Ye Yimo suddenly walking towards her, stretching out his slender arm to pick her up and throw her on the bed.

The bed loss is Simmons' card, otherwise Wen Qingwan feels that he has to die of pain.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Yimo took off his coat and leaned over her directly.

At such a close distance, the four eyes are facing each other.

"You know, all the food doesn't whet my appetite because... I just want to eat you. His tone was stoic, and his eyes were dark, like a beast hidden deep in the darkness.

Just one glance almost attracted Wen Qingwan's whole person.

Although she was ready, she couldn't stop nervous at the thought of what she was going to do next.

Ye Yimo lowered her head, and her gaze fell from her black eyelashes, which seemed to be stained with moisture, to her hand holding the quilt, and her finger bones were white from overexertion due to too much tension.

With a soft, long sigh, he reached out and cupped her cheek, gently began to kiss her forehead and eyes, and reached out and slowly reached into her clothes.