Wei Yang noticed that Yan Gui looked strange, so she quickly added, "The wine smells bad."
In the evening, Yan Gui and his four brothers drank some wine. Although they were not drunk, they were a little tipsy. No matter how clean he washed, he always smelled of alcohol. So that was why this little girl disliked him.
Yan Gui couldn't help but laugh and cry. He really thought he smelled bad. Being told by his beloved girl that he smelled bad, he almost doubted his life.
Seeing Yan Gui standing there silently, Wei Yang took a deep breath, stood up, and climbed out of the bed.
Since her first period, she has started to develop rapidly, with a slender figure and a slight bulge on her chest.
Wei Yang, who was standing on the bed, was now a little taller than Yan Gui. She lowered her head slightly, stretched out her hand to hold the corner of Yan Gui's clothes, stared into his eyes eagerly, and said in a soft voice: "Are you angry?"
Her fingers were white and cold, pinching the corner of Yan Gui's clothes tightly, looking very nervous and uneasy.
Yan Gui hadn't thought about it at first, but when he saw her acting like a young wife, he began to think that he couldn't let her pass easily. He learned from her and would do the same thing to her every time she flirted with him. He was afraid that she would be so angry that she would vomit blood.
Seeing Yan Gui only glanced at her with his eyelids raised, his expression could not tell whether he was happy or angry. Wei Yang withdrew her hand politely and looked around. At this moment, there was no one in the room, the lights were flickering, and it was silent.
She slowly moved her head close to Yan Gui's cheek, kissed it, and then slowly moved away, looking at his expression. Yan Gui's expression did not change, and his hands moved at his sides, clenched, and then loosened.
Seeing that Yan Gui was unmoved, Wei Yang rolled her eyes, stretched out her retracted right hand, and gently placed it on Yan Gui's shoulder with trembling fingertips. From his shoulder, she slowly slid to Yan Gui's face like a wave, and gently touched his earlobe.
Yan Gui only felt like a slightly cool little hand gently touching his heart. His ears were extremely itchy, and it felt like there were hundreds of bugs crawling in his heart. They were clamoring and crawling everywhere along the veins and bones of the body. It was inexplicably unbearable.
He opened his mouth, but the sound seemed to be stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.
Wei Yang saw that he still had no expression, and she became even more uneasy. She simply made up her mind, put her hands around Yan Gui's neck, hugged him, and also put her legs around him, sitting directly on Yan Gui's chest.
Her breath was beside his ear, her thick eyelashes fluttered, and she whispered softly into Yan Gui's ear: "Uncle, I'm sleepy."
The voice was delicate and accompanied by a slight gasp, like a silent trap, leading Yan Gui to fall and fall with her.
"You're lying." Yan Gui seemed to be freed from the spell by this whisper. He lifted her hips with his hands and hugged her up, fearing that she would slip off.
Wei Yang finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. A warm and wet breeze blew on Yan Gui's ears, and she felt numb again. He simply rubbed his face against Wei Yang's. The newly grown stubble pricked her and made her feel slightly painful and itchy. She could only throw herself on his shoulder and avoid him.
Yan Gui held her in his arms and began to walk around the room. The two shadows merged into one, swaying back and forth in the room until Wei Yang calmed down and breathed evenly.
Xiaocao stretched his head and looked. What was the general holding as he walked around the room
The wind was howling outside and snow was falling again.