The light source of the desk quietly enveloped the two people embraced each other, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of disorganized breathing was left.

Yao Linglan leaned softly on his chest, half-opening his eyes, pressing his fingers on the tingling lips, and the corners of his lips raised.

"Jiang Yunting, you are so fierce"

Breaked lips...

The tongue hurts so much...

Dull back pain...

His loss of control made her breathless, her mind was in chaos, and her whole body was draining from strength to strength, and her heart was almost dead.

Her mouth seemed to be covered with honey, and it was a sweet feeling that made her heart dizzy when sucked.

His powerful heartbeat was in his ears, indicating that all this was not her fantasy.

He kissed her fiercely with thunderous anger.

After the sleeping iceberg awakens, the burning magma is burned with all the burning magma, covering the sky and the earth.

Jiang Yunting breathed evenly, and his reason was back in his cage. The sweat beads of his temples rolled into his collar along the line of his jaw.

Annoyance and pleasure are fighting each other.

For a moment, he didn't know how to face the little wild horses nestled in his arms.

The words she said, those intensive teasings, tearing his reason apart bit by bit.

The dream of returning to zero, the faded past, the name of the sender of one hundred and eighty letters was as clear as the tsunami when her lips were printed.

His pride was vulnerable to her, unable to withstand any provocation, and was knocked down as soon as he touched it.

"Yao Linglan...I'm sorry."

The low and hoarse voice was calm and bleak.

"I don't want to listen to these three words."

Yao Linglan bulged his little mouth, let go of his little hand holding his clothes, and poked his chest with anger.

Anyone who wants to hear something cold is sorry, it is better than he was breathing just now!

"Listen to me..."

"I won't listen!"

She tightened his waist and opened her mouth so angry that she opened her mouth, "You dare to mention something else, I'll do Qiu Junhui now!"

"You!" He gritted his teeth and pressed her back, "Do you still have the door in your mouth?"

"Don't you know if there is anyone? You just pried it open?" She replied without thinking.

After saying that, he came to his senses, bit his tongue in shame and buried his face in his chest.

He was so angry that he spoke without hesitation.

So shameful...

Brother Junhui, I'm sorry!

Talking badly, really!

There is absolutely no such terrible idea!

"I" Jiang Yunting raised his head and exhaled in frustration.

She is sharp-tongued, he can't resist it at all

He raised his hand and buckled it on the back of her head, and his silky hair passed through his fingertips like silk.

"I can't marry you."

"Why, you secretly married someone else on your back?"

"As for stealing with you on your back, aren't it? Tsk, can you speak well, don't be so good?"

"Who told you to say I don't like to listen to it anymore."

Yao Linglan raised his bright red face from his arms, bit his lips and glared at him coquettishly.

"I ask you, why did you pick it up again and stick it and put it away?"

"No!"

"You have such a hard mouth, how many production lines are you eating a day?"

"cough"

Jiang Yunting's cold face, which he had finally raised, broke into pieces, and he clenched his fists against his lips, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

He smiled very well, his eyes shining like stars falling on the lake.

It was like the rays of rays breaking through the morning mist in early winter, and the ice and snow melted into the corners of the eyes.

The curve of the thin lips is light and squeamish.

Yao Linglan licked his lips and was eager to try.

"Jiang Yunting, when did you like me?"

"Who likes you?"

"Oh, OK."

She slid to the ground and bent down to tidy up her hair in front of the mirror on the table.

She put her right hair behind her ears and tilted her head to smile politely at him, "Goodbye, my friend."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Tsk." He frowned, grabbed her wrist, "What are you doing?"

"Speak to my mother from tomorrow, and you can introduce me to any young talents. Have dinner, movies and night scenes, and have a full schedule for me after get off work."

"Will you be happy if you're so angry?"

He pulled her back into his arms.

"Hmph~ You don't like me anyway." She wrinkled her nose, "I'm not bad now, so it shouldn't be difficult to find a partner."

He lowered his eyes and was silent for a while, and said softly: "Then you might as well marry Qiu Junhui."

Yao Linglan widened his eyes, grinded his teeth hard, and stretched out his hands to rub his head hard.

"What's the best thing to marry him? You are so persistent and push me to someone else!"

The more she spoke, the more angry she became, and she was not polite.

"When I was a child, I could only meet my father once a year! I had a fever in the middle of the night, and my mother carried me to the hospital alone, so sleepy that she was so confused that she didn't dare to sleep! I was bullied at school, and Yao Xuesong beat someone up to his face and called his parents, and his parents scolded him for having a father but not teaching him!"

As she cursed, tears fell down her eyes.

"I'm willing to be with you, go to and from work to get off work, buy vegetables and cook every day. When I'm free at night, even if I don't go anywhere, I'm safe to stay at home."

Jiang Yunting was wearing a mess of hair and his mind was full of twists and turns.

Sighed.

He slowly hugged her into his arms.

Her thumb wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Silly woman, what's the point with me? You don't know the situation in my family. The debt at home made me and my parents breathless. I don't want you to suffer with me."

He said something he had been holding his heart for many years and felt relieved.

Her chin rested on top of her head, and her arms were tightly wrapped around her slender waist.

"Others are all married to high families, so you can't help but think about jumping into the fire pit. Are you stupid? Huh?"

The gentle voice was low and gentle, and Susu fell softly into Yao Linglun's ears.

"Oh, I'm just stupid, aren't you stupid?"

"Why am I stupid?"

Yao Linglan sat upright, faced his raised eyebrows, pulled his left arm over his left arm, and pushed his sleeve up with a squeak.

There is a large piece of old scar on the firm forearm with uneven skin tone.

Extremely conspicuous on fair skin.

She lowered her head and kissed her, frowned with heartache.

"The school repaired the teaching building, and I followed you past you, and you didn't even give me a look. The scaffolding suddenly fell down, and you turned around and rushed over and held me in your arms, raising your hand and blocked me for a moment."

"That's the first time you hugged me, and it's the only time in those ten years. Your arm almost pierced, and you fainted, I was so scared. I had a thought at that time: If you are disabled, I will be your wife when you grow up and take care of you for the rest of your life."

She snuggled into his arms again, "You said you are stupid or not. You obviously hate me, but you rushed over to save me like you don't want to die. If it weren't your arm or your head at that time, it would definitely be out of salvation."

Jiang Yunting shook his sleeves and smiled softly.

"I didn't think so much at that time, just thinking that the little fat girl is so pretty. If she breaks her face, she will definitely cry. So, you are justified and run to the hospital with your lunch box every day after school. You stay on my bed, calling me a tutoring?"

He reached out and scratched her ear gently, "First last, give the first lesson to the whole grade? How dare you say such big talk in front of my mother? Are you shy, huh?"
To be continued...