"I don't want to talk to you." Ye Xiaoai sobbed, tears on her face getting more and more.
Tang Yiting looked at him and felt distressed. He strongly held Ye Xiaoai in his arms and explained: "I know why you feel uncomfortable in your heart, but you must give me a chance to explain."
"What are you explaining, I don't want to listen." Ye Xiaoai was still struggling in Tang Yiting's arms.
Tang Yiting had no choice but to explain, "I like warmth, but..."
Before Tang Yiting finished speaking, Ye Xiaoai burst into tears.
Pushing Tang Yiting, he complained vaguely, "You don't like me at all, I know, you used to be so bad to me, how could you like me."
Tang Yiting only felt that his head was big, and he was still a child, with no sand in his eyes.
This sweet little burden!
"You are polite. It was before. When I hadn't met, if I knew that I could meet you in this life, I would definitely wait for you."
Ye Xiaoai kept sobbing, not looking at Tang Yiting's expression.
Is that right? Then why did you fight with Tang Yichen just now
"Ye Xiaoai, I only love you now, and I regard warmth as my sister. I used to be my sister." Tang Yiting explained tirelessly, holding Ye Xiaoai's cold face with both hands.
"Really." Tang Yiting emphasized.
Ye Xiaoai lowered her head, didn't struggle, her tone was bitter, and she didn't hear clearly.
"But I don't think we can get to the end."
"What?" Tang Yiting didn't hear clearly, "Can't what?"
Ye Xiaoai immediately shook her head, looked up at the corner of Tang Yiting's injured mouth, raised her hand and touched it distressedly.
Tang Yiting immediately happily held Ye Xiaoai's hand, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Are you not angry?"
Ye Xiaoai nodded. She hated herself like this, as if she had fallen into a jar of jealousy.
Ye Xiaoai raised her hand, hooked Tang Yiting's neck, and stared at his gentle face.
"Tang Yiting!"
Don't let Tang Yiting's mouth fall on Ye Xiaoai's clean and white face. A certain man stared at the reaction maliciously, deliberately watching her lose control in his arms.
"Nothing?" Tang Yiting's hands were not idle, moving around Ye Xiaoai's body.
Without passing through a place, Ye Xiaoai felt that the skin there was burning.
"Ye Xiaoai." Tang Yiting's breathing became heavier and he kept calling Ye Xiaoai's name.
"Tang Yiting, no, this is the hospital."
Ye Xiaoai resisted subconsciously, even if Tang Yiting wanted it now, she didn't want her first to be buried in such a place.
Ye Xiaoai's words caused Tang Yiting's reason to be pulled back instantly, and he gently stroked Ye Xiaoai, watching the little girl blushing in his arms, Tang Yiting had only satisfaction in his heart.
"Ye Xiaoai!"
Tang Yiting leaned against Ye Xiaoai, and took Ye Xiaoai's hand all the way down irregularly, his voice hoarse and uncomfortable.
Ye Xiaoai was so frightened that she withdrew her hand, even if she hadn't done it before, but...
Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run
"Ye Xiaoai."
Tang Yiting's hot breath hit Ye Xiaoai's face, Ye Xiaoai blushed, and for a while she didn't know how to react.
But looking at Tang Yiting's uncomfortable look, Ye Xiaoai couldn't bear it.
Ye Xiaoai took the initiative to raise her hand and hugged Tang Yitingjing's neck. The action had already explained everything.
He must love her and will always treat her well, so...
As long as he needs...
She is willing to give it to him!