Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

In the next few days, the two were stuck together almost day and night, and never separated.

A Yao's wound recovered quickly. Less than a week later, all the scabs on his wound were almost gone. Only by looking closer can he see the light pink scars lying on his palm. At the same time, the date of departure is getting closer.

The next day was the day when Yao returned to China.

The dinner that day was made by A Yao. Since his hand injury was almost ok, he took over the task of cooking as soon as possible. After dinner, the two were watching TV on the sofa as usual, but no one focused on the TV program.

A Yao took her in her arms and combed her long hair under her left hand. Qinger lazily lay in his arms, using his mobile phone to check tomorrow's flight: "...you have to get up early tomorrow, I will take you to the airport."

"No." He resolutely refused. "It's too early, you should sleep well. Someone will come to pick me up, don't worry."

"Humph... Can someone pick you up and send it to me personally?" She was dissatisfied.

"It's different." A Yao touched her with her forehead, her eyes somewhat awkward and soft. "If you send me, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

Qing'er couldn't help but smile, she threw the phone aside, put her arms around his neck, and moved her red lips closer: "...Seriously, you have surprised me a lot these days."

"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow.

Facing the teenager's slightly doubtful black eyes, Qing'er suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She simply stood up, straddled him directly to hold his face, then bowed his head in his shocked pupil and kissed him deeply.

A Yao breathed heavily and hugged her waist tightly, deepening the kiss involuntarily. The breathing of the two was gradually rapid, accompanied by the tangled voice of the lips, which seemed very ambiguous. The teenager's body quickly responded, a snoring between his throats overflowed, his whole body was tight, and the hands that fell on her waist were extremely hot, but even so, his hands were still restrained from ever going down. .

Qing'er gasped and let go of him, watching the teenager's particularly **** face because of his **** lust. He couldn't help but lick his lips: "Or... shall we go back to the room?"

His breathing was thicker, and Tong Ren didn't enlarge it consciously: "...Is it possible?"

Qinger pouted his face with some dissatisfaction: "Huh, do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't talk?"

"Do not……"

"Even if we are going to separate soon, it doesn't mean that I don't want to sleep with you." Qinger chuckled, "I held back before, I was afraid you would regret it... If you think I'm worried, it's too small Look at me."

Qing'er can actually vaguely guess this kid's thoughts. The two will soon be in a different place. The obstacle to distance is to cast a shadow over their relationship. He probably doesn't want to put any pressure on her, so he has been following the rules these days.

This thought moved Qing'er and was a little funny... Well, did this kid forget why she liked him? Had she not coveted his flesh, could she move her heart? If she didn’t sleep before she parted, wouldn’t she be mad.

Perhaps the message was read from the bottom of her eyes. A Yao suddenly hugged her and got up, but surprised Qier!

"Hey!"

"...Let's go back to the room!"

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