Ye Cong felt that the way Xin Ya looked at him today was not quite right, and it was definitely not the kind of look that showed gratitude because he helped her celebrate her birthday, but rather a look of displeasure.
After moving the stove, Ye Cong went back to the room and asked Xinya to change his dressing.
When it came to changing the dressing, Xin Ya certainly didn't dare to think too much and hurriedly followed him back to the room.
The room where the stove had been burning all day was still very warm, but as soon as Xinya entered, Ye Cong pressed him directly against the door.
Xinya whispered, luckily the door was closed.
"What are you doing?" Xin Ya whispered, but did not struggle.
"What did your mother tell you? The way you looked at me all night made you want to eat me?" Ye Cong said in a low voice, sexy and seductive.
Xinya reached out and held his face. His skin was so good that it made you want to pinch it again and again. "Did you lie about your age? My mother said you are only twenty-four or five years old."
Ye Cong: "..."
This seems to be a problem.
The age gap between him and Xinya is not as great as the age gap between him and Xinya's mother.
"Your mother thinks the gap between you and me is too big?" Eleven years old is quite big.
His little girl is too young.
"Probably not." Xinya said uncertainly.
Ye Cong let go of Xinya and turned back to the bed. Xinya pursed his lips and followed him, reaching out to help him take off his coat, "They care more about whether you will be nice to me."
Xinya was a little eager to persuade, and she seemed to think that Ye Cong was angry.
"And I don't care how much older you are than me. I like you because I like you, not-"
Before Xinya finished speaking, he was hugged by Ye Cong. Ye Cong looked down at Xinya with a smile on his face, "What did you just say?"
Sprout: “…”
just-
"I don't care that you are older than me." Xin Ya couldn't help lowering her voice because of the sudden hug.
"That's not the case." Ye Cong seemed very happy now, with a smile even on his brows and eyes.
Xinya was almost blinded by his smile. He rarely smiled before, and even when he did, it was mostly a sneer.
So this smile made Xin Ya's brain lose the ability to think. She slowly raised her hand and landed on Ye Cong's face: "You look so beautiful when you smile."
Ye Cong: "..."
Was he being teased by his own little woman
"Don't change the subject." Ye Cong held her hand and never let go.
The corner of Xinya's mouth twitched slightly, and she really agreed with her words, don't play romance with men.
Seeing that Xinya didn't speak, Ye Cong lowered his head and kissed her lips. Xinya resisted in vain, but was pressed on the bed by Ye Cong.
Sprout: “…”
This development is a bit fast.
Ye Cong moved very lightly, as if he was a fragile doll underneath him.
A kiss fell from her lips to her chin, then to her white neck and slightly torn sleeves.
"Ye—" Xin Ya spoke, with a slight tremor, and held the place where he fell along the hem of her clothes with both hands.
too fast.
She wasn't ready, not at all.
Ye Cong paused for a moment, as if he had just come to his senses, then slowly withdrew his hand and whispered an apology in her ear.
Xinya's heart was beating like thunder, and she didn't dare to move under him.
Ye Cong stood up and straightened the collar that he had pulled open for her, "Go and rest, I will do it myself."
do it yourself
But his injury was on his shoulder.