"If you don't want to, then treat it as a fake." Yu Chu raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.
"No! I didn't..." Jing Huai hugged her even tighter, like a child who finally got the candy, hugging her tightly, lingering and refusing to let go.
But he was extremely worried that this was just a dream of his own, so he backed away after hugging her for a while, blinked his beautiful eyes, and continued to confirm cautiously: "Miss Huang is not joking... Look clearly, it's me."
Yu Chu couldn't laugh or cry, but after laughing, his mood was a little complicated. She just said a confession, but the other party had to confirm it again and again, looking forward to being careful, she really didn't feel safe at all.
The boy looked at her with wide eyes.
"It's true," she said softly, "Xiao Huai is seventeen years old. I looked at you and thought about it. I feel that no one wants to take advantage of such a perfect child, so... just keep it to myself. "
She spoke confidently, raised her eyebrows, and touched the boy's fair and smooth face like a grandpa teasing a girl, "You have to obey if you don't."
Jing Huai watched her flirtatious expression, stayed for a long time, and then whispered: "I... I did."
Not only did she not get angry when she was teased as a girl, but she actually followed her words and agreed softly.
This time, Yu Chu was taken aback.
She looked at the boy like the little milk ball before, and couldn't hide the joy in his beautiful eyes. The bright eyes stared at her for a few seconds, then turned her head to stare at the flame in embarrassment. It was blushing to the tips of the ears, and the whole person shrank.
He reached out dryly to shake the firewood, and put his other hand on his knee. In front of everyone, the Prince of Shashen, who was as cold as an Asura in front of everyone, shrank back into a small ball of milk. He tried his best to restrain his joy and shyness, and turned his head to stare at Yu Chu. Think about it, I follow yours."
Obviously very happy.
Yu Chu stared at him for a few seconds, sighed slightly, his heart softened. It's really... The child I raised by myself is so cute no matter how you look at it.
She grabbed the boy by his collar, pulled him down, and said in a low voice, "Never is not just talking, you have to prove it with actions."
Jing Huai was slightly stunned, and the person in front of him leaned forward, kissing him with his soft lips with fragrance.
Almost as tender as melting.
A simple kiss, her lips pressed against her lips, she licked and bit along his soft and thin lip line, and seeing that he did not resist, she loosened her collar, wrapped it around the boy's slender neck, and pressed the tip of her tongue against his tenderness thin lips.
It's too beautiful, like a dream.
After a long while, the young man blinked his eyes, his heart beating gradually from sluggish to violent. He stretched out his arms to hug the person in front of him, letting her wrap his neck around his neck, and slowly lowered his body. Deepen the kiss—the kiss that has been dreamed so many times.
Sister Huang... This is the real Sister Huang.
Yu Chu didn't expect that the little milk ball would become fierce and overbearing. She was locked in her arms by those slender hands, and the other's long eyelashes trembled slightly, biting but absolutely unambiguous. He panted and said hoarsely: "Miss Huang..."
The overflowing emotion is almost shocking.
After stopping, she also dawdled and refused to leave, and called softly: "Sister Huang..." After a while, she announced eagerly: "I am yours."