Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan raised his head and tried to see Shi Yuhan's expression, but it was in vain.

She blinked and realized that her eyes were already blurred.

Obviously the back is a little moist, and it has always been like emotions and anger. Even if it is still indifferent at the moment, when the expressionless face is cold, when I turn to look at the crying Song Qinghuan, I can't help but feel a little helpless: "What are you crying? I have nothing to do. cry?"

Song Qinghuan sobbed, letting go of the hand holding him and wiping away tears: "You must have cried at the time!"

"No." Shi Yuhan replied without hesitation.

Song Qinghuan didn't believe it, "Impossible, you said so helpless, so desperate, how could you not cry, you were only ten years old at that time."

"No, I didn't shed a single tear." Shi Yuhan replied firmly, then raised his hand and rubbed her head: "Don't cry, don't cry anymore, I don't like you crying."

"Do you only like me laughing?" Song Qinghuan asked lightly.

"Yes!" Shi Yuhan's deep eyes drooped gently.

"Then if I don't laugh for one day, two days, three days, one month, don't you like me?" Song Qinghuan asked instinctively, and his heart beat quickly after the question. .

Oh my god, she actually asked if she liked her in disguise when she asked if she liked her, if she thought about it, she wouldn't ask if she was killed.

Shi Yuhan gave her a deep look, and then faintly replied: "If you don't laugh for a day, I won't be able to get out of bed all day and night. If you don't laugh for two days, I won't let you get out of bed for two days and two nights. , If you don’t laugh for three days, I will let you get out of bed for three days and three nights, and so on to one month!"

When he said this, his expression was very indifferent, with a trace of seriousness, very serious.

This, this, this is definitely not flirting, but if it's not flirting, what is it?

"Shi Yuhan...you...I..." Song Qinghuan was agitated again, choked by her own saliva, "You guy... why only think of this? Shi Yuhan can't think of anything other than going to bed? "

Shi Yuhan raised his hand and gently smoothed Song Qinghuan’s back, "It’s choking again. Didn’t you finish talking? Which one do I think of? It keeps you from getting out of bed, isn’t it just tying you to the bed, your mind is full of filthy thoughts , Where did you think of it again?"

There is still no change in his expression, and his eyes are also indifferent, without any jokes and evil charms.

This immediately caused Song Qinghuan to flush with shame, "Puff, I..."

Shi Yuhan suddenly took possession of him, leaning into Song Qinghuan’s ears to exhale as blue, and his voice was low and dull: “What are you, you don’t want to be tied to the bed? If you want to use another method to get out of the bed, I can also promise you, although I will. Tired, but that little strength is more than enough to deal with tossing."

Gentle and soft, lingering in the ears.

Song Qinghuan was stiff all over, biting her lip, and it took a long time to suffocate his name, and screamed: "Time protects you from the cold!"

Shi Yuhan suddenly blocked her mouth and entered gently, but plundered like a siege pond.

Song Qinghuan was slightly stunned, she raised her hand helplessly and put her hand on Shi Yuhan's shoulder, then slowly put her arms around Shi Yuhan's neck, and responded enthusiastically.

After the kiss, Shi Yuhan was still calm and composed, but Song Qinghuan couldn't do it anymore. His whole body was weak and limbs weakened by the kiss, and he could only lean in his arms and panting.