she is not happy

Ye Qinghe entered Wen Yi's bedroom. She clearly remembered the indulgence with Wen Yi after she entered this bedroom on the night of New Year's Eve.

However, the bedroom is no longer dark, and the warm orange lights make the atmosphere warm.

Ye Qinghe took a deep breath to keep himself calm.However, the impact of the senses is like a shadow.

Wen Yi was wearing a wine-red nightdress, sitting lazily by the bed, with a pair of peach-like eyes, with a bend of autumn water in his mouth, looking at her tenderly.

"Come here." Wen Yi's red lips parted slightly, and her coquettish voice hinted at a bit of urging.She stared at Ye Qinghe who was standing at the door and refused to enter the house for a long time, afraid that this guy would repent in the next second and run away again.

Ye Qinghe is like a clam shell that will close at any time, it is so hard that it is difficult to break into it.

"Wen Yi, you can actually apply the medicine yourself, right?" Ye Qinghe walked up to Wen Yi holding the ointment, frowned and said.

"Why, Miss Ye wants to go back on her word?" Wen Yi propped her chin, blinked her peach-like eyes, raised her red lips, and teased.

"...." Ye Qinghe looked at this person speechlessly, feeling a sense of helplessness.How could she get water in her head and agree to such an unreasonable request from this man.

"Ye Qinghe, you're an adult, why can't you let go all of a sudden? Huh?" Wen Yi took Ye Qinghe's hand and brought her to the bedside, not allowing her to escape. Ye Qinghe's fingers were as cold as ice Penetrates into the bone marrow.

"You know, if you wet your shoes by the river, you won't be able to get out of your body." Wen Yi pressed against Ye Qinghe's ear, and said in a soft voice.

Ye Qinghe clenched the ointment tightly, frowning, with a deep complexion, Wen Yi is like a bright poppy flower, once it is contaminated, it will kill people like poison.She didn't regret it, how could she regret it, Wen Yi has always been her desire that she couldn't ask for, it's like drinking poison to quench thirst, the end is doomed to perish.

She closed her eyes, silent as if accepting reality.

"Ye Qinghe, don't act like I'm going to bully you." Wen Yi hooked her chin, forcing her to meet her eyes, and said lazily.

"I bullied you, and I am willing to make up for it." Ye Qinghe opened her eyes again, her eyes were as black as ink, and she calmly turned off the only orange light in the bedroom.

The room was plunged into darkness, which gave her a sense of security.

"Ye Qinghe, can you see it like this?" Wen Yi smiled lowly, her voice was like notes struck by a piano, hitting the depths of the eardrum.

"Don't talk." Ye Qinghe's voice was low and eager.

The man really did not speak obediently, but she could hear her crooning laughter.

"Cool." Wen Yi whispered, when the man's hand touched her.

"Then you do it yourself." Ye Qinghe was not gentle, and was coldly ready to let go.

Wen Yi was really honest this time, she didn't speak or smile, she was as docile as a lamb at the mercy of others.

It's just that it's really hard to play in the dark, Ye Qinghe groped along the side of the bed, trying not to avoid touching Wen Yi, when suddenly a pair of warm and soft hands gently grabbed her.Like a guide leading her in the dark.

Wen Yi's voice was warm and charming, breathing next to her ears, she said softly.

"It's here."

Ye Qinghe was like a scholar who was bewildered by a vixen, and let her lead the way.

When the light came on again, Wen Yi's face was flushed, and she looked at Ye Qinghe with unsteady breathing.

Ye Qinghe still looked indifferent, unable to see her emotions, she naturally took a few wet tissues from the side, and wiped her long and slender fingers. Ye Qinghe's fingers were beautiful, with well-defined joints, very suitable for playing the piano.

Ye Qinghe has a ruthless face, lonely and arrogant.

Wen Yi stared at her fingers, and the corners of her lips curled into a beautiful arc, like a cunning fox planning how to swallow its prey.

"Go to bed earlier." Ye Qinghe got up, orange light enveloped her cold and slender figure, the more cold-looking a person was, the more people couldn't help but want to warm her up.

"Where are you going?" Wen Yi blinked suspiciously. There was only this bed in her home.

"Sofa." Ye Qinghe said coldly, got up and left Wen Yi's bedroom.

Wen Yi hugged the pillow, her black hair was wrapped around her neck and pillow, her legs were crossed, rubbing her ankles, the heat had not dissipated, she closed her eyes slightly, immersed in it.

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感谢在2021-06-1022:26:10~2021-06-1508:54:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 mourning;

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Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Jue 15 bottles; Nancy 10 bottles; I 4 Xiao Cui, MiG 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!