Spoil Him, Heal Him

Everything happened too fast, and Lu Zhanbei completed a series of actions in one go. Tong Yi was completely caught off guard, her eyes widened suddenly, and her whole body froze.

Why is it so again? !

Why does he kiss her so suddenly every time?

Why not give her a hint and a chance to react every time?

Why do surprise attacks every time?

Lu Zhanbei felt Tong Yi's trance, his handsome eyebrows frowned, leaving her lips, the two breathed together, "Now you can close your eyes."

Tong Yi blinked slowly, as if she still didn't react.

Seeing Tong Yi's ignorant appearance, Lu Zhanbei gave a thin smile on the bottom of his eyes, pecked her on her lips, and whispered, "Be good, close your eyes."

Tong Yi closed his eyes in a horrible manner, and Lu Zhanbei's lips were covered as soon as he closed it.

Tong Yi's heart was in turmoil, and her hands hanging beside her were tightly curled.

After a while, Tong Yi felt that she was about to suffocate. Lu Zhanbei let go of her, then took her by the hand, pulled her into his arms, embraced her lightly, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Tong Yi didn't move, let him hold it, and leaned in his arms to gasp.

The sound of his breathing is slightly heavy, and it is uneven.

Has his heartbeat speeded up too?

Did he feel it when he kissed her?

Does it mean that he started to like her a little bit?

The corners of Tong Yi's lips curled up thinking of this.

"Why don't you answer the phone and not respond?"

Lu Zhanbei's low and dull voice rang in his ears.

The heat was gushing in her ears, and Tong Yi felt itchy ears. She hid her head in Lu Zhanbei's arms, avoiding his hot breath, "My phone is muted."

When Lu Zhanbei saw Tong Yi drilled straight into his arms, his thin lips slightly hooked, and he tightened his arms, "Why are you silent?"

Doesn't he know why it is muted?

Tong Yi frowned, and was bored in Lu Zhanbei's arms for a long time before spitting out a word, "annoying."

"Why bother?"

Tong Yi is a little annoyed, why doesn't it bother him?

Tong Yi pushed Lu Zhanbei away and withdrew from his arms, his tone a little impatient, "Which so many and why?"

Lu Zhanbei's smile deepened a little, and he raised his hand to straighten out Tong Yi's messed hair.

Seeing Lu Zhanbei reaching for her, Tong Yi moved aside two steps and avoided.

She was angry, he was still laughing, Tong Yi was even more irritable, her tone was a little emotional, "What do you want to do?"

Lu Zhanbei retracted his hand and inserted it into his trouser pocket, "Your hair is messed up."

The implication is that he just wanted to fix her hair.

Tong Yi didn't accept his feelings, raised his hand and stroked it by himself. After straightening out, he raised his eyes and looked at Lu Zhanbei, telling him with his eyes: I will tidy up my hair if it is messed up.

Lu Zhanbei seemed to understand her eyes, nodded slightly, and asked her, "Are you hungry?"

Naturally, he was hungry without breakfast, but Tong Yi especially wanted to confront him at this time, "Not hungry."

Lu Zhanbei stretched out and took Tong Yi's hand, turned around and walked inside and said, "You go to the living room and sit for a while. I'll call you when breakfast is complete."

Tong Yi wanted to withdraw his hand, Lu Zhanbei clenched tightly, turned his head to look at her and said, "Observe."

His voice is low and hoarse, still his usual cold tone, but it gives people a taste of petting and petting.

"Not obedient." Tong Yi said in his mouth, but didn't move his hands anymore, and the people followed Lu Zhan in the north.

The suite is decorated in a simple, light and luxurious style in black, white and gray. When he walked to the living room, Tong Yi did not see anyone other than her and Lu Zhanbei, so he couldn't help but ask him, "Who makes breakfast?"