"No, didn't I say it was just bragging?" Lin Fanyue quickly explained, "Qingqing and I usually speak freely in private, so don't take it seriously."

"But... I take it a little seriously, and I'm also a little scared. I'm afraid that I'm not important at all in your heart."

His handsome face was gloomy, and his dark eyelashes drooped down aggrievedly, falling on the beautiful lying silkworm.

In this world, there are a few pretty women who are indifferent to the sad scenes of handsome, good-looking, and young young men.

Especially since this person was Lin Fanyue's favorite and apologetic person.

At this moment, Lin Fanyue was already feeling very sad.

She really doesn't have much experience in coaxing men.

After feeling at a loss, her mind started to heat up. She took the initiative to hug his neck and kissed him on the lips, "No, no, you are very important to me. I like you very much, I just don't

I'm embarrassed to admit my feelings in front of my friends, I promise you that I will never say that kind of thing again."

"You just like me very much?" Song Qingrui continued to feel aggrieved and frustrated, "You said you loved me on the phone."

"..."

Lin Fanyue's pretty face turned hot. She gritted her teeth, mustered up her courage, and shyly whispered, "I love you."

After he finished speaking, his heart started beating violently, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Song Qingrui stared down at the top of her head, a smile flashed in his dark eyes, "Really, you love me, am I dreaming?"

He bent down and slowly searched for her little face.

Until she couldn't avoid his eyes anymore, Lin Fanyue felt ashamed, raised her hand and punched him lightly, "That's enough for you, scoundrel, if you push me again, I will ignore you."

"I didn't force you. I was just hurt by you and panicked."

Song Qingrui held her little fist and squeezed it into her chest, "I love you too, and my love will only be more than yours."

After his low-pitched voice fell, he quickly leaned down and pressed a deep kiss on her lips.

"Are you not angry anymore?" Lin Fanyue hugged his neck, her round eyes shining brightly.

"I've never been angry at all, only sad, understand."

After Song Qingrui finished speaking, he kissed her again.

This time it was no longer a simple kiss, but a long and passionate kiss after a long separation. He drove straight into her, and the wind was blowing, and he was like her deeply explaining what longing is, what excitement is, and what love is.

Lin Fanyue's whole body felt hot from being kissed by him.

On the plane back, she thought about what it would be like to meet Song Qingrui.

Should we kiss passionately as soon as we meet, like on TV, or hug and circle around.

She just imagined such a scene. She was nervous, shy, and had a little expectation.

"Good boy, you just said you have the most perfect figure now, let me see."

Unconsciously, the kiss changed its character.

There was the sound of rustling clothes in the car.

Lin Fanyue tickled him shyly, "Song Qingrui, you are a stinking hooligan."

The man's low voice sounded, "Well, it's really perfect. The areas that shouldn't be fat have become thinner, and the areas that should be fat haven't changed. I like it..."

"boom"

Ambiguous words are like fireworks lit by a lighter, exploding hot.

Lin Fanyue was so embarrassed that she bit him on the mouth and said, "Bad guy."

"I'm not a bad guy, I'm a little fresh meat, you said so."


Chapter completed!