Nangong Yi's voice was a little disappointed, and he stared at her, as if he was talking to your son, but also to himself.
"Heart?"
You're confused, there's a lot of mush in your head, what's going on?
"Yes, heart."
Nangong Yi chuckled lightly and looked at You'er who was so close. Is his heart moved now? Because of the girl in front of him.
"don't know--"
Huan Ye curled his lips, shook his head, looked at him with big shining eyes like stars, and suddenly laughed.
"Hehe - Bingshan, you look so cute now!"
"Yu Yishan, you are in love with me, don't you dare to admit it? You are a coward!"
The evil smile on Nangong Yi's lips grew stronger and stronger, but he felt uneasy in his heart. Was he afraid that she would admit it? Or was he afraid that she would not admit it.
"Bingshan, you are irritating me again. Let me tell you, I am not drunk. Don't think of me as an idiot."
"Aren't you a pig?"
Nangong also approached her and whispered in her ear. The charming and bewitching voice penetrated your eardrum and entered her brain.
"Yaya, you're a pig!"
You'er roared loudly, his eyes filled with anger, and taking advantage of the drink to embolden him, he punched Nangong Yi's handsome face.
Nangong also looked at the fist in front of him and tried to hide, but it was too late and he received a solid punch.
"Haha...Bingshan, evil will be punished, you always bully me, haha..."
You'er felt that all the anger he had held in his heart for a while was vented, and he felt extremely happy. He looked at his fists triumphantly and said, "Die Bingshan, I will beat you to death."
"Yu Yishan, do you know, hit me——
There is a price to pay.”
The anger in Nangong Yi's eyes flashed, and the evil spirit got worse. He endured the pain, grabbed her right child, and held her in his arms. The next moment, his evil red lips kissed those chattering cherry lips.
.
A touch of lavender mixed with the smell of alcohol, Nangong Yi's exclusive smell.
As if being bewitched, You'er slowly closed her eyes, letting the hot softness wreak havoc on her lips and in her mouth. She didn't seem to hate this feeling.
Feeling her response, Nangong became more and more excited, and his flexible tongue went deeper, trying to absorb more sweetness.
The woman in front of him could always arouse too many emotions and desires in him.
You'er's cheeks were hot and she had difficulty breathing. She could only rely on the occasional bit of fresh air given to her by people around her. Her head became more and more dizzy, and her breathing gradually stabilized. There was no doubt that the great classmate You'er fell asleep.