"Uh...uh..." Yu Wanwan's eyes widened in an instant, and she looked at Han Ye in disbelief.
His unique cool breath lingered in her nostrils, as cold as an iceberg in winter, but there was a warm and soft touch on her lips, like a fine silk satin on her lips Gently slide over the petals.
This guy, it's too much to play tricks! ! If you can't beat her, just kiss her! !
Yu Wanwan blinked, and while he was not paying attention, bit his lips hard.
Han also felt a little pain, he let go of Yu Wanwan's lips, looked at her pitifully with his deep eyes and said, "Why did you bite me?"
"You're cheating!" Yu Wanwan blushed slightly, looked at Han Ye who was pressing on her and said, "Who can go directly to a relative's house if they can't beat the other party!?"
"Hmm..." Han Ye pursed his lips, thought for a moment seriously, and then said to Yu Wanwan, "If I can't beat others, I'll just go up and bite him like you. If I can't beat you, I can directly Kiss you."
"You..." Listening to his answer, Yu Wanwan was at a loss for words for a moment. She opened her mouth and was about to say something more when Han Ye's door was suddenly pushed open, followed by Han Ye's father's voice. "Xiao Ye, have you seen Dad's..."
In the next second, all the words of Han Ye's father were stuck in his throat. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was petrified at the door of Han Ye's room.
"..."
"..."
After a moment of silence in the room, Han turned over from the bed without any haste, then stretched out his hand to pull up Yu Wanwan, who was pressed under him just now, and asked himself without changing expression or heartbeat. "Did you see anything about you??"
"I...my pajamas..." Han Ye's father looked at Han Ye with a confused face, and his words were a little awkward.
"Oh, I've worn your pajamas and washed them for you, so they should still be on the balcony." Han Ye walked out of his room door while talking, "I'll get it for you."
"No."
Just when Han Ye walked to his father, Han Ye's father suddenly reached out and grabbed his son's arm and said, "Father can just go get it by himself, you go on, go on... I won't bother you."
"No, Dad..." Han also listened to his father's words, his cheeks turned red and he said, "You may have misunderstood..."
"What's the misunderstanding, aren't you guys practicing martial arts?" Han Ye's father blinked, and then he made a show of his son and said, "Dad understands, Dad is also a person who has been here, you continue to practice, continue to practice, no matter what you say I will pretend not to hear the sound."
"No, Dad..." Hearing his father's tone of voice, Han Ye's delicate and handsome face turned even redder.
"It's okay, I'll get the pajamas myself!" After Han Ye's father dropped these words, he quickly turned around and walked towards the door, closing the door for them by the way.
Han also stood where he was, looking at the tightly closed door of his room with a speechless expression, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.
However, in the next second, Han Ye's father pushed open the door again, poked his head out from the crack of the door, looked at his son and whispered, "Son, do you need some equipment from Dad?"