The little ancestor has a delicate voice and can flirt, and the ascetic villain has fallen

He took a deep breath, "It won't be like this in the future."

But she didn't know what she was thinking, she just pursed her mouth and looked away.

The man was a little impatient, he reached out to pinch her chin and turned her face away, his voice was soft but a little stiff, "Speak."

Threats and lures were all used, but in fact his original intention was not like this, he just stubbornly wanted an answer.

His heart was pounding, of course he was worried about hearing answers he didn't want to hear.

But all the questions came out.

Chi Youyou felt dizzy from time to time, but hearing his voice, she couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. Her heart was already in a mess, but now it was being teased by him.

But he pinched her chin and insisted that she look at him.

Looking at his bewildered face, she couldn't help but think of what happened on the other side of the cloud, and couldn't help but think of him as a flower of the high mountains and an ascetic person who wouldn't be tempted by anyone.

She was angry and sad, and wanted to compete.

She bit her lip and said angrily, "I don't like it,"

Afraid that she would sink into his tender eyes, she hastily emphasized several times, "I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it!"

The series of dislikes knocked on his heart, and there was a dull pain.

Qi Boyan was silent for two seconds, let go of her hand, turned over and sat on the edge of the sofa for a while, her peach blossom eyes were covered with a thick layer of darkness.

"okay, I get it."

There was a bit of loneliness and coldness in that tone, which made people feel sour and blocked.

His jaw was tight, his thin lips were tightly pursed, he lowered his head and pinched the center of his brows to relieve the discomfort caused by drinking, and then stood up.

That's it.

After all, she was drunk, and he and she were here to argue over and over what to do.

If we continue to entangle with her, I don't know how many things she will say that he doesn't like to hear. He is drinking now, but he is a little calmer. If he loses control again, it may not be as simple as bullying her just now. .

He walked up from the sunken living room with long legs.

Chi Youyou turned over and lay on her side, with tears in her eyes, she wanted to reach out to hold him, but then withdrew her little hand.

If she drank too much, she lost the ability to think rationally. Now her mind is full of self-denial.

And because she read too many comments about "he can't like a woman like you" on the Internet, she thought that she was selfish, sensitive and lacking in love, and that others treated her a little better, so she took that as liking.

She used to be too much to him, and she never showed mercy in what she said. He should have hated her.

Her mind was wide open, thinking about all kinds of bloody and vulgar stories that might happen.

Could it be because she went too far before, but he wanted to use her to take revenge on Ling Muyun, so she sent her to the door automatically, and he followed the trend, waiting for her to slowly walk into the trap he had already laid for her? .

The purpose is to wait for her to be tempted, and then slowly alienate her, so that she will also feel sad?

Her heart was in turmoil, she didn't want to think about it anymore, tears kept falling down, and what she said at this moment was more like a child throwing a temper tantrum:

"You don't like me, and I don't want to like you."

Qi Boyan had just walked a few steps, but stopped again, with a face that didn't know what expression to put on because of her words.

He turned back, sat on the edge of the sofa again, propped one hand on the top of her hair, and leaned over to look at her, "Say what you just said again."

Chi Youyou thought he was gone, but he didn't expect to come back again.

She also felt that it was embarrassing to cry like this, and buried her face in the sofa with her little hands, but her little shoulders trembled.

Qi Boyan felt a little distressed, but at the same time he laughed softly, and said slowly: "Crying like this, I thought you were reluctant to let me go."

Her muffled, nasal voice came out from between her fingers, and she choked on him again, "It's not that I don't want you to go."

"Oh, that just wants me to go."

"no!"

"Okay, then I won't go."

"..."

She was a little dazed, dizzy and unable to react.

Qi Boyan sat down on the seat next to her, pulled out a few tissues, reached out and pulled her wrist to pull her up from there, and told her to sit down.

When I wiped the tears from her face, I saw her eyes were red from crying, and little pearls were still falling from those eyes blinking.

He wiped her twice, clenched his hand into a fist and put it in front of her, coaxing: "Don't cry, how about giving you a bite to vent your anger?"

Chi Youyou looked at the double image of the cold white hand in front of her, she was really a bit vengeful at the moment, the feeling of being kissed so hard by him just now that she was about to drown made her feel a little breathless now.

She pushed his hand away, threw herself into his arms, and bit his neck with her mouth open.

The feeling of the little fangs sinking into the flesh was somewhat clear, and Qi Boyan stretched out an arm to wrap around her slender waist, preventing her from falling down later.

She bit it for a while before letting go, realizing that she was held in his arms, and wanted to get out of his arms in a panic.

"Finished biting?"

"Then listen to me."

She didn't know what he wanted to say, but she didn't want to hear it, she couldn't focus her eyes, and when she was about to get out of his arms, he pushed her back.

"Chi Youyou."

The man's voice was deep and sweet, with a bit of rustling hoarseness, and calling her by her name was like saying love words.

"Who told you I don't like you?"

She frowned, not wanting to let his words confuse herself again at this time, she was already confused enough, so she subconsciously reached out and covered her ears.

Do not listen or not.

Qi Boyan was patient, his eyes swept across her pink lips, his mouth felt a little dry, he turned his eyes away and adjusted his breathing for a few seconds.

She still wanted to leave, and some sparks came out of the tugging.

Only now did he recall that she seemed to be responding to something in the live broadcast before, and he didn't know what she saw to say that.

——"Yes, yes, your brother doesn't like women, and he doesn't like me either. No woman can have him."

Does she think so?

He directly pulled her little hand off, pressed the back of her head close to him, and pressed his thin lips against her little ear.

"I like you,"

"like you very much."

"I like you smiling at me, I like you relying on me, I like you hugging me, I like all the nice things you say to me, I want more."

"So if you want, I will always be partial to you."

How much I like it, probably to the extent that words cannot describe it.

In fact, there were a lot of things to say originally, but he was not prepared at this time, his mood fluctuated because of her lack of response, and his words stopped abruptly.

Chi Youyou closed his eyes, and squeezed his clothes tightly with his little hands.

That voice was exceptionally magnetic and tinged with a gentle tone, which made people fall into it uncontrollably, and played it repeatedly in their minds.

She wanted to sink in, but she was abnormally sober.

"why me……"

Qi Boyan didn't expect her to ask such a question.

He lowered his eyes, traced back to the source, only a chuckle escaped from his throat, "I was also thinking, why is it you, why is it you, but it's you."

He couldn't explain to her clearly the secret thoughts hidden in his heart that took root and grew up, that thoughts were despicable and shameless, and he was ashamed to speak out.

I don't know why I am so addicted to her.

His childhood experience had already turned his heart into a pool of stagnant water, no matter how serious the trauma was, it could not compare to the pain she had brought him.

But the pain is given by her, and the happiness is also given by her.

He can only admit defeat.

He distanced himself from her, tilted his head to look at her, wanted to see the expression on her face, and opened his lips: "What about you?"