He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an didn't say much, only took her hand to the dinner table.

"Let’s have dinner."

The calmer the surface, the more turbulent and turbulent the inside. Tang Ji'an used to live a pure-hearted life with little desire.

In the twenty-eight years, it seems that there hasn’t been a long time since then.

But when I kissed Mu Mian, his perception seemed to be awakened.

This kind of self made him feel a little strange, and made him feel uncontrollable.

He doesn't like this feeling very much.

Or, to be precise, he is not used to this feeling, unable to control himself, this feeling is very scary.

He lived by the rules for twenty-eight years, and he couldn't lose control.

The joy of being kissed by him has slowly faded, and Mu Mian explained it again while watching him while eating.

"I and Ye Cheng are good friends. We grew up together since we were young. Moreover, he saved me last time. I don't want to owe someone to my family, so... In fact, even if he didn't save me, I would agree to his request. Yes, after all, this is just a matter of effort."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her coolly: "I think the last sentence is a bit redundant."

Mu Mian touched his neck: "It's more... redundant? This only shows that I'm open-minded. If I really have something with him, wouldn't it be so fair?"

Tang Ji'an ate slowly: "You are quite perverted."

If you can say so, why not go to the procuratorate to help him file a lawsuit?

Mu Mian: "It was originally. When you see me with him in the future, don't think too much, okay? Don't be jealous, eh?"

Tang Ji'an flew over with an eye knife: "Do you still plan to be with him often?"

Mu Mian said, "The neighbors in the neighborhood, and those who look up and lower their heads, we have a good relationship. There must be a lot of opportunities to meet."

Tang Ji'an looked a little gloomy, gritted his teeth and said, "I forgot, you are childhood sweethearts."

Mu Mian was distressed: "You are still angry."

Tang Ji'an gritted his teeth: "I'm not angry."

Mu Mian snorted: "Okay, then if you say you are not angry then you are not angry, here is your final decision."

It was himself who was sulking and hurting him anyway.

After dinner, Tang Ji'an said solemnly: "Don't go back tonight."

Mu Mian folded his hands on his chest and stared at him defensively: "What do you want to do?"

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand to help his forehead: "You girl, what can I do?"

Mu Mian lightly: "Who knows you."

Tang Ji'an took her hand upstairs, Mu Mian panicked.

what? Everyone... They are not mentally prepared yet.

Tang Ji'an dragged her into his bedroom. Mu Mian grabbed the door frame and said loudly, "You, you...what are you going to do?"

Tang Ji'an directly pulled her into the room and pressed her to the bed. Mu Mian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him anxiously.

Tang Ji'an also looked at her, then...turned around, walked to the cabinet on the side, and took out a small medicine box.

Mu Mian was taken aback, what is this for?

Is she misunderstanding?

It seems a bit embarrassing.

Tang Ji'an took out a salve, walked to her, and held her chin.

"Open your mouth."

Imperative tone.

Mu Mian opened his mouth obediently, and the wound was on the inner side of his lips. Tang Ji'an squeezed a little ointment out, put it on his index finger, and then gently smeared it.

Mu Mian slapped and said, "Isn't it just a small hole in my mouth? What kind of medicine should I apply? It will be cured soon."