"Jiang Yao."
The man in front of him no longer looked like a teenager. He was dressed in a suit, his tie was torn to the point of losing its edges, and he looked like a polite scum wearing glasses. He held Jiang Yao in his arms, and his gentle voice stunned Jiang Yao,?
"What's wrong?"
"Jiang Yao." He rubbed his head against Jiang Yao's collarbone again and again.
"You said."
"? Will you be mine forever?"
Jiang Yao was stunned. After so many years, she still only had the person in front of her in her heart. Looking back at those times, what took away her soul?
Is it the boy sitting in front of him, the fingers with clear joints, the chocolate in his hand? The palms falling gently on the seat? Or is it the sinful biscuit and the thin, cool lips on your mouth?
Jiang Yao hugged his shoulders and leaned against his head, smelling the faint smell of mint, "What about you? Will you be mine forever?"
The boy stared at her, and Jiang Yao met his eyes, "These eyes also want to make people commit crimes." She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth as she thought about it.
"I don't care, you must be mine at all times."
After saying that, Xin Chi pulled her into his arms, his hands moved gently, but his lips invaded without warning, occupying everything about Jiang Yao like a storm.
The smell of mint poured into Jiang Yao's nose. The big boy always smelled of mint. I heard that there is always a special smell for the person he likes. It may be common, but when he smells it, all he can think of is him.
Forget it, if it belongs to you, it will belong to you forever. Anyway, you are my indescribable throbbing.