You'er still doesn't believe it. This is not something Bingshan can say. Wasn't he fooled by Tang Yetian?
"You like me don't you?"
Nangong Yi suddenly approached her, holding her waist with one hand and restraining her head with the other. His handsome face was getting closer and closer to her, with a slightly evil smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I just like you! Nangong Yi, don't think--"
Before You'er finished speaking, the second half of the sentence was swallowed by Nangong Yi.
By the lake, a man and a woman were kissing each other. The boy seemed to be very domineering and hugged the girl tightly. The girl struggled desperately at first, but after a while, she stood on tiptoes and actively responded to the boy.
The wild flowers by the lake danced gently with the breeze, jumping around the two people, and the colorful butterflies also danced around the two people. Everything was just as quiet and beautiful as a dream.
"Yu Yishan, let's date!"
Nangong also let go of the panting woman, smiling so devilishly that the world was eclipsed. The flowers and weeds around him immediately became his foil.
"Bingshan, are you confessing to me?"
The right child was stroking his chest, his eyes as bright as crystal, clear and transparent.
"Whatever you want is up to you -"
Nangong also sat on the grass and said casually.
His eyes were looking forward in confusion, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly with his breathing. Because of the kiss just now, his slightly red cheeks and voluptuous red lips were particularly attractive.
"Bingshan, why don't you fight back? This isn't like your style. You should rush up and beat him up hard to satisfy your heart. It's so cheap as a dead pig's feet."
The right son was sitting side by side with him. Thinking of what happened just now, he started to feel angry.
"He's not worthy. I'm afraid - he'll get my hands dirty."
No emotion could be heard in Nangong Yi's voice, which was as calm as the lake in front of him.
"Are you afraid that your father will cause trouble for you?"
You'er asked in a low voice, it must be because of this, that old bastard treated his own son like this, so he deserved to be struck by lightning.
"Yu Yishan, will you die if you don't speak?"
Nangong Yi was holding a small white flower in his hand. At this time, he pinched it until it was deformed, because your son's words aroused his resentment towards that person again.
"Okay, I won't say anything anymore, but Bingshan, you don't have to be afraid of him. Now, you can use Yu Jia as a shield, I won't mind."