"Ah?" Bu Yao stopped giggling and looked at him in confusion.

"I smiled so hard that I looked perverted." After he said that, he fell on the bed as if he had no bones, rolled around and wrapped himself in a quilt, and there was still a buffer when he was beaten.

Looking at him, a 1.8-meter-old man wrapped in a pink Hello Kitty quilt, Bu Yao's lips couldn't help but twitch twice, feeling that he was more like a gift than last night's self.

Bu Yao bullied him up and reached out to thrust him on the bed, saying, "Did you take the wrong medicine? You started looking for a beating early in the morning?"

Lu·Canbaobao·Yan twisted his body twice, curled his lips and smiled: "How can you bear to beat a gift as cute as me? The correct way to open it is of course to remove it and eat it into the stomach."

Bu Yao picked up the medicine box and looked at it, then looked at him seriously and said, "I'm wrong. This medicine only treats fever, not slutty."

Lu Yan: "..."

Before she could remove the gift, he stretched out his arm. He turned over and pressed her under him, then hugged her through several layers of quilts, and said jokingly: "Then do you want to help me with my slutty?"

Bu Yao turned over and pressed him back without being outdone. Then she pressed his chest with one hand to prevent him from moving. She pulled open the drawer on the bedside table with the other hand, took out the tangled hairpin and shook it in front of him.

"What is this?" Bu Yao asked.

Lu Yan smiled softly, and a strange light flashed in his amber eyes, saying word by word: "The token of love between me and my beloved."

Bu Yao's ears were so hot that his hot eyes were so hot that his heart beat with the syllables he spoke.

The beloved person, every syllable seemed to touch her heartstrings, making her unable to help but bend the corners of her lips, and she couldn't express her pride in her tone: "I'll just say you have a crush on me, right? When did you start to be moved?"

Lu Yan looked at her bright and vivid face and couldn't answer for a moment.

Maybe it was when she was blushing and was trying hard to speak slutty, maybe it was when her eyes met her and her eyebrows were curved, or maybe it was when she was wearing red clothes and burst into his eyes.

Love does not know where it arises, but goes deeper.

He pondered for a moment, and finally took her hand and covered his left atrium.

Even through the quilt, she could still feel his leaping heartbeat.

Then Bu Yao saw her Mr. Lu smiled with his eyebrows and eyes curled up, and said in his slow voice: "This heart has been moving."

Bu Yao looked at his smiling eyebrows and could no longer suppress his crazy heartbeat and kissed the corner of his lips.

The next second he turned over and pressed her under him, his narrow eyes bent into crescent moons, and his smile looked cunning: "Where are the two candies you have today?"

Bu Yao subconsciously touched her pocket, and suddenly realized that she had changed her clothes. She embarrassingly put her neck on her neck and said, "I'll go back to get it later."

But he shook his head, his eyes as gentle as water could drip out, and he whispered: "No sugar, then reward a kiss, right?"

Like a child begging for candy.

Looking at his delicate and gentle eyebrows, Bu Yao could not say anything to refuse. She closed her eyes obediently and nodded.

"good."

With the permission, he finally got closer little by little, and his warm breathing was entangled with her, ambiguous and lingering.
Chapter completed!