I don't know how long I cried, but Yan Gui felt that his shoulders were soaked. It's better to cry than to suppress it and cry secretly from time to time.
Hearing that she had gradually stopped crying and started sniffling, Yan Gui's heart skipped a beat and he shouted, "Oh no!" He pushed her open and saw that the little girl's face was indeed covered with tears and suspicious snot!
Reaching out and touching her waist, Wei Yang was so startled that she almost jumped up. When she put an embroidered handkerchief on her face and twisted it hard, she realized that he was going to take her handkerchief. She wiped her tears and snot off her little face, with red eyes and a red nose, like an innocent little white rabbit.
"It's so dirty." Yan Gui picked up the handkerchief and looked at it with disgust.
Weiyang's face immediately turned red, and she rushed over to grab it, but her butt hurt, and she couldn't help but let out a hiss.
Yan Guiyang threw the handkerchief far away and asked with his head down, "Does it still hurt?"
Wei Yang was stunned for a moment before reacting.
“Hmm…” A little bit indeed.
"I'll beat you again next time if you don't behave." Yan Gui's eyes moved slightly, with a little pity, and his tone was gentle but pretending to be fierce. He stretched out his hand, gently placed it behind her waist, slowly slid down, and gently rubbed it.
Wei Yang was so shocked that she wanted to jump up again, but he held her in his arms and she couldn't move. Her cheeks flushed, she felt ashamed and annoyed. "Yan Gui, you are shameless."
Her voice sounded extremely aggrieved.
The shameless man paused, and was amused by her words, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Her chest shook, and she realized belatedly that she was lying in his arms in an extremely ambiguous posture.
The harder she struggled, the tighter he locked her. Finally, Wei Yang angrily grabbed his neck and bit it down. She didn't let go until her mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and looked at him viciously.
The sun shone directly in from the window, and the man in front of him was bathed in the sun. He had handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips were slightly pursed. It turned out that he was so handsome, and he didn't look like a general at all.
Maybe it was really painful. Seeing Wei Yang looking at him fiercely, Yan Gui opened his lips slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Does it still hurt?" There was a smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, full of tenderness.
The woman looked up helplessly, her eyes gradually blurred from fierce to confused. Her clear eyes were slowly covered with wet mist, like a lost deer, well-behaved, flustered, and distressing.
There was still blood on her lips, which made his eyes burn.
"Weiyang, close your eyes." Yan Gui held her face with both hands, his breathing becoming faster and faster.
The obedient Wei Yang really closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, like a pair of frightened butterflies, making Yan Gui's heart feel both sour and sweet.
Finally, he gently kissed her red lips, leaving his mark on them.
Wei Yang's eyes immediately widened, and her eyelashes brushed against Yan Gui's face, like soft feathers, making him feel numb and tingling. She desperately shook her head, making "woohoo" sounds to get rid of the softness on her lips. Even though she was young, she knew it was wrong.
Yan Gui didn't let her escape, he exerted force on his hands, and the two of them fell on the carpet. Wei Yang's head fell on the pomegranate skirt that had just been torn off, and her lips and the back of her head were filled with softness.
Wei Yang was embarrassed and annoyed by his kiss. She noticed that the kiss was getting deeper despite her weak resistance. She wanted to bite his lips with her teeth in anger. When she opened her mouth, something soft slid into her mouth, entwining and chasing with her tongue... ...
My heart is beating like thunder and rumbling.