Chapter 852: You want to be my little ancestor

Ji Xianyan's palms were very warm, but the warm wine was as cold as ever.

In contrast, it is like a sea of ​​glaciers and a sea of ​​fire.

Wen Jiu stared blankly at the hand that was suddenly held by the boy, and after a few seconds, he looked up at him.

Her bright red lips moved and she asked softly: "Yan Bao, what's wrong?"

The girl's voice sounded in her ears, and Ji Xianyan suddenly raised her head and met her clean and transparent eyes.

There was a moment of blankness in my brain.

"Your hands are so cold, I want to be your baby warmer."

“………”

Ji Xianyan blinked, blinked several times in a row before he realized that he said what he said just now.

Ji Xianyan: “………”

Warm a baby?

It is hard to imagine that such words were actually said from him.

His handsome face was as red as it was burned by fire, and his heartbeat was beating violently.

At this moment, Ji Xianyan didn't dare to look at Wen Jiu at all. His eyes flashed slightly, and he pursed his thin lips, but he didn't know what to explain.

"I……"

After saying only one word, there was no sound.

In fact, because of that sentence, it was not only him who was nervous, Wen Jiu's heart was beating faster than usual.

The two of them still held hands together.

Ji Xianyan did not let go of Wenjiu, and Wenjiu did not leave Ji Xianyan behind.

And that Nogia phone, which was sandwiched in the middle, seemed very inconvenient.

Ji Xianyan wanted to remove this incorrect old man's machine, but he didn't dare to move it, for fear that he would not even have the chance to pull the warm wine through the old man's machine.

Let it go.

I don’t know if it was Ji Xianyan’s illusion, but he felt that Wen Jiu’s hands seemed not as cold as they were at the beginning.

However, Wen Jiu's fingers are really soft and very good!

It would be great if I could hold Wen Jiu's hand all the time. Of course, it would be better if I didn't have this movie.

The carriage was always in a quiet state. Ji Xianyan felt that it was not a problem to continue like this. He needed to say something to ease the atmosphere.

"It seems to be a little warmer." The boy's voice was low and magnetic, and he was also a little panicked.

"What?" Wenjiu didn't react.

Ji Xianyan blushed and pointed at the hands of the two holding each other, "This." His tone seemed a little shy.

Wen Jiu looked at him along his gaze, his eyes darkened slightly, and then he thought of taking back his hand.

But as soon as she had moved, she realized that Ji Xianyan had held her tighter.

Wen Jiu's eyes fell back to the boy's handsome red face.

The girl dared to hold her hands and refused to let go, and Ji Xianyan suddenly had the courage to look at her.

The boy stared at Wen Jiu with his dark eyes open. The atmosphere in the carriage was in his two tight hands, and his eyes became ambiguous little by little.

Looking into his dark eyes with warm wine, my heart felt a moment of uneasiness.

Ji Xianyan moved his eyes down, looked at Wen Jiu's lips, pursed his thin lips, and his heartbeat became faster.

He tried to approach the warm wine little by little.

Get closer.

The fragrance of a girl's body floated from her nose, and she couldn't tell what it was, but she just smelled it well.

The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

The boy's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there was a hoarse voice in his voice, "I can..."

Wen Jiu looked at him, frowned with a beautiful brow, as if asking him what he was going to do.

But she seemed to know something.

Reason told her to turn her head, but the subconscious mind pulled her nerves again, telling her not to move and not to make Yan Bao sad.

When his thoughts were chaotic, Wenjiu felt the warm breath of the boy gently brushing her face like burning feathers.

For some reason, she felt her ears suddenly become hot.

Ji Xianyan received Wen Jiu's gaze and looked at her overly beautiful face. The Adam's apple rolled again and said softly: "Wen Jiu, I want to kiss you."

The boy's tone became a little heavy at this moment, and even a hint of strength to possess her.

At first he wanted to ask Wen Jiu for advice and ask her if she could kiss her.

But looking at the faint blush on her apple muscles, he asked again.

The boy's voice sounded in his ears, and Wen Jiu suddenly slowed down her breathing. She wanted to stay calm, but her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner restlessness and uneasiness.

She has lived for so many years and has not kissed anyone yet.

No one has ever kissed him.

Warm wine: "No."

The simple words make people unable to hear her emotions.

The light in Ji Xianyan's eyes did not dim down because of this. In the quiet and cramped space, it seemed that he had become another self.

"Wenjiu, you are lying to me, and you are still lying to yourself."

"No." Wenjiu denied it quickly.

"You are lying."

"By seniority, I can be your little aunt."

Ji Xianyan approached her a little more, and all the breath he spoke was sprayed on Wen Jiu's slightly red face, "I know, you want to be my little ancestor."
Chapter completed!