I am a witch who am I afraid of

"Hello? Are you going to let me go or not?" Sitting on the large and soft bed, Xing Yu shouted at Yin Yaoyang who had his back to her.

Anyway, she just glanced at his... important parts, what great loss could he have?

The villain actually held her tightly.

Yin Yaoyang, who was wearing a dark blue bathrobe, turned around silently, walked up to her, and squatted down.

"Who am I?" He insisted on an answer.

Xingyu rolled his eyes and fell back.

"I said besides this sentence, can you say something else?" I couldn't bear it anymore, no matter what she asked or said, she could only get these three words-who am I?

"Then, that... what do you want to do?" She made a fatal mistake.

She shouldn't lie down, giving "who am I" an opportunity.

"who am I?"

Yin Yaoyang pressed Xingyu under his body, pressed his forehead against his, and there was a seductive attraction and deep...sadness in his deep voice.

"Who are you? It's none of my business? You're sick!" Xing Yu, who couldn't move, yelled angrily.

The fiery breath scalded each other, and the ambiguous breath spread.

"I, I warn you! Get up, or...or..." She would really spray nosebleeds.

"Who am I?" Black eyes locked on her pretty red face.

Oh her god, "You're so sick! I'm a witch, I'm sorry if you don't wake up!"

She will use magic to bounce him to the North Pole, and if he has the ability, he will overwhelm the polar bear!

"I know."

Yin Yaoyang smiled, but it was so desolate.

……

Would you believe me if I said... I am a witch?

……

"Of course you know now, because I told you... Hey, what's wrong with you?" The young man smiled like an old man who had gone through hardships.

What is it?Drops fell on her face, blurring her vision.

"Why?...Why?...Why?...Why?!" Yin Yaoyang roared hoarsely.

The despair and despair in his eyes shattered into thousands of sharp arrows, each of which hit Xingyu's heart.

"That, that... don't cry..." Oops, comforting people is not her specialty.

She patted him on the back clumsily, "Be good, be good...don't spoil your voice, think about it, if you spoil your voice, wouldn't you have no way to talk back when someone scolded you? Then Isn't it miserable?" He would be so angry that he would hurt himself internally.

Xingyu stroked Yin Yaoyang's back repeatedly.

Sighing sadly, why is she so like an old lady?

But it seemed to work... He stopped crying.

But...he hugged her so tightly, as if she would slip through his fingers if he let go.

So tired, why is he so heavy?It made her limbs numb.

Xingyu stared at the high ceiling with wide eyes.

He is really kind, he sleeps soundly on her as a cushion.

Gradually, Xingyu also closed his heavy eyelids.

Drowsy, she seemed to hear a voice helplessly telling...

don't go.

The morning air is cool and fresh, and the sun is showing a lively smile.

On the street, people started a new busy day, either on their way to work or rushing to school.

Originally, this was a normal thing, but today, you can see everyone's dumbfounded and interested expressions.

What's going on?

Because... there is a good show to watch.

The young man walking slowly was as handsome as Apollo, with domineering eyebrows, high nose bridge, slightly raised thin lips, and ink-like black hair fluttering gently in the wind.

Obsessed and admiring eyes gathered towards him from all directions, and the nympho index of all female creatures soared.

He is a beam of dazzling light, which makes people feel dazzling but can't bear to look away.

However, at most he is just a pleasing scenery, which cannot constitute a good show.

What is really strange is that he has a chain in his hand. The chain is very long and extends to about three meters behind him. The other end of the chain is connected to...

Did you mean to say it was a dog?

Wrong, it is a person.

And a very beautiful girl.

She has an angelic face that even God would forget to breathe.

It's a pity that she looks so vicious and swearing at people now that even the Tathagata Buddha Guanyin Bodhisattva is afraid to avoid her.

A beautiful boy is holding a chain by a beautiful girl who refuses to stop doing sports.

Tell me, isn't this play very... good-looking?

Therefore, pedestrians coming and going stopped one after another... to watch the big show.

"You crazy! You crazy! You idiot! You stupid ass!  …"

She swore in Ling Xingyu that from now on, she would never be such a damn good person again!Because good intentions don't pay off at all.

Yin Yaoyang, who was walking in front of her, turned his head and showed an upside-down smile.

"Remember, I am Yin Yaoyang."

This time, I will never let you go.

“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊——！”好想一脚踩扁那张可恶的笑脸，“我管你是谁？叫你把锁打开听见没有？”

When she woke up from a deep sleep with back pain, there was something extra on her wrist—a dog chain.

After working for a long time, the end of her hard work as an old mother and as a cushion is-being walked and paraded around the street like a dog?

She regretted it, regretted it so much that she wanted to...kill someone, and the target was three meters ahead.

Yin Yaoyang shook his head.

"I'm Yin Yaoyang, remember?" He repeated patiently.

The gentleness revealed in the domineering black eyes made a group of young girls and middle-aged obasans drool almost to the ground and merge into a big river.

"Remember, no, stop!" Xingyu was about to yell angrily, "I only know that your heart is hairy, your lungs are grassy, ​​and your stomach is full of caterpillars! You are a pervert!!"

Unfortunately, her ultra-high-decibel sound wave attack stunned the passers-by watching the excitement, but failed to affect her "master" at all.

"Really?" Yin Yaoyang raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, we still have a lot of time."

For a lifetime.

"You are too big! I want to go, you untie it for me!" Damn, she couldn't use magic under the eyes of everyone.

Yin Yaoyang looked at her, "Don't even think about it."

Losing once was enough, he couldn't bear it again.

"Yin, Yao, Yang! I hate you!" This time she really fell through.

A wicked smile filled the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't you remember?"

A shoe flew through the air and hit him on the forehead.

There was a clear shoe print on Jun's face.

ps: I am really touched by people! ! ! ! !It turns out that so many friends still remember me, don't worry, I must finish writing it this time!