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Probably no one can not be moved by Ji Lin like this.

When his thin lips brushed over the sensitive auricles, his warm and melodious voice flowed into the eardrums, and the romantic love poems stained with dark connotations hit the heart directly...

For the first time in 23 years, Wen Dong understood what "heartbeat" is.

He thought, if he could smell his own scent at this time, it must be the fragrant and rich rose scent.

However, Wen Dong has long been used to covering himself in a cold and ruthless shell, so even though he can clearly feel the activity of the heart in his chest at this time, on the surface, Wen Dong is only slightly silent for two seconds, After that, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a light smile, "Ji Lin, are you confessing to me now?"

Ji Lin didn't answer right away, but retreated a little distance, so that he could clearly see Wen Dong's eyes, see those trembling eyelashes, and see the pair of uplifted cold eyes, fainted Bright expectations without knowing it.

A while later, Ji Lin suddenly approached again, and gently kissed Wen Dong's thin eyelids with his thin lips.

He said bluntly: "Yes, it's a confession. I don't know my little rose, can you give me an answer?"

Ji Lin is too good at talking, even when he asks for an answer, he has to use the word "reward", as if he put himself very low.

But Wen Dong thought, obviously nothing is out of his control.

But Wen Dong doesn't hate this kind of control, on the contrary, this kind of control will bring him a kind of secret pleasure, he is willing to be controlled by Ji Lin, and at the same time, he also wants to control Ji Lin.

So after a brief silence, Wen Dong's thin lips parted slightly, as if he didn't understand what he said: "When are you going to order anklets? Change this pendant of mine into a rose. Besides, didn't you say you would give me a rose?" Customize one yourself, let me put it on for you later, I also need to install positioning inside."

We are all the same lunatics.

I am not afraid of being positioned and tracked by you at all times, and I will also position and track you at all times.

No one can escape.

Of course Ji Lin understood what Wen Dong didn't say.

Looking at each other for two seconds, Ji Lin's pale eyes slowly lit up, and the light in his eyes was almost scorchingly bright.

He no longer restrained himself, pinched Wen Dong's chin with one hand, and kissed it fiercely.

"My little rose," Ji Lin murmured in a low voice, with a kind of madness in his gentle tone, "You can't escape."

This is your own choice, choose to accept the love of a madman.

Just don't even think about going back.

At this moment, Wen Dong was leaning on the bedside of the hospital bed. He had just woken up from a coma not long ago, his face was paler than before, his brows and eyes were faintly weak, and he was restrained by Ji Lin in an absolutely controlling posture— —

Seems like a downright underdog position.

However, his chin was raised slightly, the brows were raised, but the sharp edge of not to be outdone was clearly blurred in his eyes.

Even though he was out of breath from Ji Lin's kiss, and his voice trembled slightly, Wen Dong still said word by word: "You are the same, myDevil."

You can't escape either.

The author says:

Then congratulations to you two on your tie! 【x】