Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

This recognition made her angry and embarrassed, and Qinger raised her right hand instinctively.

However, she didn't wait for her to slap this slap, and the teenager said lowly: "Sister Qing'er, I want you. That's why I came to Princeton."

After talking, he looked at her quietly, as if waiting for her slap to fall.

Qinger shivered because she saw a bit of anxiety and self-deprecation from the eyes of the teenager, and a kind of gentle wetness, as if he had opened himself completely to her, whether it was life or death, it was her will.

Knowing that he might be pretending again, she hesitated.

She was short of breath, and her right hand was suspended in midair. The two looked at each other, and no one spoke, like a silent contest.

In the end, A Yao gently held her wrist, and her voice felt a little oppressive: "So, sister Qing'er, what do you want to do?"

It seems that Qinger didn't recover until this time. She withdrew her hand vigorously, her lips opened, but she said nothing after all.

This question, even she herself has no answer. If he had been running to her from the beginning, if this chase had been planned for a long time, then her previous thoughts were particularly ridiculous. She has only two choices, either promise him or lose him completely.

So, should she promise him? Yes, she really likes him, but what she likes is the clever and non-aggressive teenager she thinks, not him in front of her. Such A Yao made her even have a hint of fear.

But she had to admit that he was actually more sexy, and the hidden danger and aggressiveness had a fatal charm.

She clenched her lips tightly, and for a time she was disturbed.

Perhaps it was her silence for too long, A Yao's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Sister Qing'er, haven't you thought about it yet?" He smirked.

"A Yao, you..." She closed her eyes. "How could you be like this..."

The person who thought he was under control suddenly became very strange, and Qinger felt that his outlook on life had been impacted.

Her tone was not disappointed, only dazed and puzzled.

A Yao laughed: "Because Sister Qing'er lost me, I can only fumble for myself without you teaching me."

Qinger glanced at him, and his tone was a little complicated: "So, fortunately I didn't continue to influence you."

She was completely based on her own needs, so she tried to teach him to be a little sheep, but the boy was a wolf, or a wolf.

"It doesn't matter." He tickled the corner of his lips, his tone almost bewitched. "The important thing is, do you like it?"

Qinger bit his lip and fell silent again. This is not an ordinary confession. Qing'er vaguely felt that if she agreed, I'm afraid she would not escape the kid's palm in her life.

It seems like a century has passed.

A Yao lowered her eyes and spoke lowly: "I see."

Qinger jumped: "What do you understand?"

"You don't want to reject me the second time." His voice was low, "I don't want to hear your rejection. So..."

With that, he took something out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Looking intently, it was the key to her house.

She took it subconsciously, and when she looked up again, A Yao had turned and left, his pace was very fast, and her straight back quickly blended into the night.

Qinger's heart sank, and a huge stun suddenly hit her, making her nose sore.

This dead boy...