Love Is so Hard to Express

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu." Song Huaijin smiled fondly and secretly shouted to Ye Yu. "Huh?" Ye Yu turned around and saw Song Huaijin slowly approaching her. "Which one is better, Xiaoyu or Xiaoyuer?" Song Huaijin moved his face towards her, slowly approaching her, and their eyes met. "Do you want to get shot? Or the kind with poison." The corners of Ye Yu's mouth raised, but her heartbeat was still accelerating. Fortunately, she wouldn't blush, otherwise she would have been taken advantage of by this man who had been shot a thousand times. Ye Yu pushed Song Huaijin away and added: "Don't touch me." Song Huaijin smiled evilly again, leaned close to her ear, and said slowly, "You have already shot me in the chest, how can I not love you?" Ye Yu: "... I'm saying don't touch me!" Ye Yu was speechless for a moment. He's still playing homophonic jokes at such an old age! "Stop making trouble, or you'll fall in love with the hostess next door." Song Huaijin said forcefully, pretending to be dissatisfied. "Then what?" Ye Yu became even more angry. It was obvious that she was jealous, and Song Huaijin did it on purpose. "I was wrong." Seeing her angry and a little cute look, Song Huaijin quickly admitted her mistake. But she didn't know that the house next door also belonged to him.