Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

Harry's words made Qinghe even more at a loss as to how to answer.

After all, the words "unless you//kiss/me now" were definitely not meant by her!

But about the fact that sometimes words and actions are influenced by the consciousness of the world, no one knows except Qinghe herself.

Qinghe felt that it would be useless to explain further in this situation, so she simply broke the can and smashed it to the end.

"I want it right now. I'm so pretty and you don't want to kiss me. Is it a man?" Qinghe said, she hesitated for a while, and said very delicately and confidently, "I want French hot Kiss, the /pull/silk/ kind."

Harry heard this and stared at her for a moment.He smiled: "Are you crazy?"

Now Qinghe responded with a boldness that she didn't know where it came from, "Yes, I am, how about it?" She didn't forget to connotate Harry, after all, she thought Harry would not agree Her inexplicable request - the reason is very simple, because Harry doesn't like her either, there is no need to be an acting school in the car.

"You insist on wandering the streets in the middle of the night, you are also a psychopath—can't two psychopaths play together?"

Harry stared at her for a while, his eyes fixed on the soft white cheeks of the black-haired girl, "... yes."

His voice paused for a few seconds, as if the pause button was suddenly pressed on the audio being played.But it was nothing at all—the next second his demeanor returned to the original one, and the daze in his eyes when he looked at Qinghe at first disappeared, replaced by cynicism.

The delicate girl was stunned by this overly captivating gaze, her big lovely eyes met Master Osborn's ice blue eyes with a hint of unbelievable emotion.

She was itching to be stared at by the deep and cynical eyes, and she couldn't help closing her eyes to avoid the meeting of eyes.However, Harry's gaze moved slowly to the girl's //red//lips// which were slightly //open//open/ because of surprise.

And the next moment the brunette was //kissed/, for the second time of the night.This kiss came fiercely and urgently, like a tornado is as overwhelming/overwhelming//sexual/ strong to pedestrians on the road, the girl has no way to resist, because she asked for it herself——

Qinghe's mind is full of wtf. She thinks that the speculation about Harry Osborn's character during these days has not been too absurd and unrealistic to the opposite direction. She feels that acting like herself is "frivolous/frivolous" Such a woman, Harry certainly wouldn't look him in the eye for even a second.

God knows, it would be even better if he could let her go, Qinghe swore that he would leave Harry Osborn's world immediately, without dragging his feet, without leaving even a trace.

however……

Her eyes were black.

Even though her mind was blank for a moment, her body was very honest.This kiss was menacing, as if it was Harry giving her a blow: why does his mouth still smell of lemon sparkling water at this moment!

This fresh and slightly sweet and sour juice aroma made Qinghe immediately think of the kiss not long ago.It's really...

It's ridiculous.

Are men born to /pick//kiss/?Qinghe's mind is full of this, how can she withstand such an overly skillful offensive?The residual taste of lemon sparkling water swept from the tongue to the brain. Harry's //kiss/ not only took away her oxygen, but also took away her heart. Ideas all shattered.

When the two/people/separate/split//the tongue//root/ is numb.

Qinghe has never felt that the lights in the car are so dazzling like now, so dazzling that it is impossible to focus.She dared not look up now, because if she did, she would meet Harry's pale blue eyes.

As if he could read minds, Harry could read the girl's heart through the inconspicuous little expression on her delicate face. As soon as he raised his hand, the warm yellow lights in the car quickly dimmed.

Qinghe was able to breathe for a moment in this suddenly darkened environment, she quietly moved a little to the other side, but why the hell—even if she raised her eyes in this dim light She couldn't see the expression on Harry's face at all, but her exposed skin could feel Harry's gaze on her more strongly than before.

Very aggressive//aggressive — after all, even though he was a 19-year-old student at Imperial University in New York, he was...

the man.

Qinghe tried her best not to tilt her attention too much to Harry, she suddenly had a very bad feeling, in this world, her heart was like a scale, which should have maintained a certain balance .But at this moment, the balance of her heart was irresistibly tilting towards the side with Harry Osborn's name written on it.

No one told her that the atmosphere in a dark space would become more ambiguous and charming.The feeling of dreaming has spread out at the place where the eyes of the two sides meet, as surely as the bubbles bursting out of the lid after the shock of carbonated soda.

Harry didn't speak the whole time, and even slowed down his breathing. She felt that her breathing was very obvious in this dark and quiet car.And she didn't want her shortness of breath from kissing to betray her heart.

Forget it, forget it, that’s fine——

The girl selfishly thinks that it is good to be quiet like this, at least, at least, it will be a new chapter after / getting off / the car, although she has not been able to completely clear her mind about living in Harry's house until now .But let's take one step at a time, otherwise, in this world, what else can she do?

Without further ado, in order to prevent Harry from suddenly cheating on the room issue after getting off the car, Qinghe decided to discuss it with him, right now.

She said: "Harry, I—"

As soon as Qinghe's words came to her lips, her mind went blank for a moment and she couldn't say what to say next.

"Huh?" Harry's voice sounded very lazy, and for some reason, a kind of drowsiness suddenly appeared in him.

His voice has always been nice, and when his tone is lazy and soft like now, he will feel very gentle for no reason.Well, even if it doesn't matter at all.

If it were in the past, at the very beginning, what kind of bicycle would a handsome man with money and a nice voice come to his door?Anyway, she rushed.

But now, Qinghe only feels that his head is big.

Harry's gaze should have been cold, but now the girl felt that the gaze falling on her was as hot as lava, as if it would melt her in this dark and deep atmosphere in the next second.

It's not right, it's so wrong.

No, Qinghe hadn't figured out how to pick up what he had interrupted before, when he heard Harry speak again.

"Look at what you've done." His voice sounded extremely hoarse, but this tone made the sex appeal more intense. Without any explanation, he grabbed the girl's hand and put it on his suit/suit/pants At the /zip/zipper, just like that, he used actions to block the nonsense that Qinghe was going to say next in his throat.

The girl's hand trembled, and the touch made her instinctively want to escape.

What this means is self-evident.

The heat on the girl's face that had subsided a moment ago rose again, and the place where her palm touched through a layer of clothing was already slightly swollen, and she heard Harry say again——

"You're going to put me //hard// to sleep."