Jasmine suddenly bounced off his chest as if she was electrocuted, with a panicked expression on her face.
Wherever you can reach it, his skin seems more attractive than before.
She just touched his chest with her fingertips and felt her heart almost melt.
It's like the creamy ice cream that melted under the bright sun and turned into a ball, leaving traces of extreme embarrassment.
Looking at her shy expression, Huo Ziming shook his head, with a narrow smile on his lips.
"Hey, I haven't seen you for four years. The heroine Su Mo, who was smiling at the sky from the side of a sword when we were in such a turbulent time, who was willing to go drinking for the sake of the result of a game, how come she has become so pure and fresh?"
"Besides, I'll go drink with you!" Jasmine yelled angrily as blood rushed to her head,
"Who harmed me in the first place? It was all you, all of you, who harmed me like that and accused me of plagiarism!
You don’t know how many people I was laughed at in the class at that time. I, I was so angry that those annoying female classmates and those annoying male classmates laughed at me in different ways. They were all waiting to see
My joke...
It’s all your fault, you’re still making fun of me now..."
As she spoke, the lump of emotion in Jasmine's heart turned into grievance again.
The grievance turned into red eyes, pink like cherry blossoms, soft and tender, Huo Ziming's heart almost turned into a puddle of water...
"Okay, okay." He coaxed her, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. Now you can compensate me however you want, hit me, scold me, or pull my ears!"
"You think I'm a child, what's the use of this? You have to compensate me for mental damages - Ha Qiu!!!"
As if to emphasize her tone, Jasmine sneezed loudly again.
Huo Ziming shook his head and rubbed her hair, "What's wrong? I really have a cold. Come on, come closer to me."
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In fact, the two of them were so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats and feel each other's breath on their faces.
You can see your own appearance from the other person's pupils.
It was in such a mood that Jasmine suddenly seemed to be controlled by the devil and became bold.
Just looking into Huo Ziming's eyes, those deep black eyes, Jasmine shook her head and said quickly, "Okay, then you can give me your life!"
Huo Ziming was stunned for a moment, a hint of blush appeared on his cheeks, but a bright smile appeared in his eyes instantly, as if he had fallen into all the starlight.
He touched her little finger and said word by word, "Su Mo, what did you just say? Say it again."
"I, I didn't say anything."
Jasmine turned her head sharply, "I didn't say anything, you were hearing hallucinations, you are suffering from Alzheimer's disease."
"Is it because I have Alzheimer's disease or because you're too brave? You're so brave."
Huo Ziming's eyes were full of smiles, and he gently squeezed her cheeks with his hands, forcing her little face to look like a little fox.
"Tell me, what did you just say? Say it again!"
"I've already said it, but there's nothing more to say." Jasmine was shy and anxious.
What's going on? How could I say such a thing? Is it just to start a verbal war with him, or is it because in my heart... I really want to commit myself to him...
Jasmine pondered her thoughts, and the more she thought about it, the more she blushed and her heart beat. Even when Huo Ziming squeezed her tender cheeks, she no longer felt any pain.
Seeing her wandering look again, Huo Ziming snorted in disappointment, "What? You have the guts to say it once, but you don't have the guts to say it a second time. It's true."
Then he looked angry and turned away, ignoring her.
"Huo Ziming, please come here." Seeing his appearance, Jasmine's energy exploded.
She turned over and sat on Huo Ziming's body. Her black and white eyes were trembling, her eyelashes were trembling, the tip of her tongue was sticking out little by little, and she licked her lips, moistly, in circles, like a very hungry little animal.
of.
A hand with some uncertainty, but ultimately certainty.
Shaking Huo Ziming's thick chest, he stroked in circles all the way.
I scratched his smooth lower abdomen that really seemed to have 6-pack abs.
Then he finally felt embarrassed, stopped there, and said angrily, "I said, aren't you sorry? Don't you want to apologize for what you did to me four years ago?