Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

"Here, let me toast you two too, and thank you for your generous action this time. If you want to read the novel, go to *小*说*网."

Kuang Jingye led the topic away in an understatement.

The three of you toasted me a toast, and I toasted you a toast. The atmosphere became a little more lively.

In the meantime, Yin Yanyan went to the bathroom and came back to find Ye Yanmo leaning against the wall of the corridor and smoking.[

A little red light in his hand flickered on and off, and the slightly dim light of the corridor shone on him, making his slim and graceful body half-lit and half-dark.

Just leaning there lazily like this makes people feel suddenly graceful and has a seductive beauty that is alluring.

Yin Yanyan paused for a moment, then moved forward again, nodded slightly at him, and walked past him.

She had already made up her mind to treat him as a passer-by, and she would do so from now on.

I won't ignore him, just nod my acquaintance...

His wrist tightened and someone pulled him from behind: "Yan Yan!"

Yin Yanyan's heart skipped a beat, and she felt the hot temperature of his palms running up his wrists, and his breath suddenly approached.

The faint smell of alcohol and his unique cold fragrance instantly surrounded her.

"Let go!" Yin Yanyan struggled.

His breath has always been her poison, both longing for and resisting...

She despised herself like this, so she struggled even more.

Ye Yanmo simply pulled her into his arms and pushed her against the wall.

Yin Yanyan had no way to retreat. Her whole body was trapped between the wall and his arms, with no way to escape.

Yin Yanyan was held in his arms, a familiar embrace, a familiar person, but also a familiar anger...

She suddenly struggled vigorously: "Ye Yanmo, what are you doing?! Let me go!"

Ye Yanmo restrained her tightly and stared down at her face.

Such a familiar body temperature, such a familiar face, such a familiar touch, there is a ball of fire burning directly from the lower abdomen...

Each other's bodies used to fit so well, and they longed for each other so much.

Now if he hugs her again, he really can't let go.[

"Yan Yan." He called her again, his voice coming back thousands of times, as if he was treading water, with a slight pain: "Yan Yan, what are you going to do before you are willing to forgive me?"

There were waves slowly rising in his dark pupils, as if bitterness and helplessness were gathering...

forgive?

After so many lives and deaths, this is no longer a matter of forgiveness...

She took a breath and tried to raise her head, a little further away from his breath: "Mr. Ye, I think I made it clear enough on the plane! There is no possibility for you and me in this life! Why do you need to die?

Are you going to cling to me and not let go?"

"But - what should I do if I'm not willing to give up? Yan Yan, I'm not willing to give up... We once loved each other like that... I remember I once said that as long as I get you, I will be entangled with you for the rest of my life. What did you promise?

Can I regret it?"

He drank a little too much tonight, and his eyes looked a little blurry.

Stubbornly wanting to reclaim the original promise.

She agreed, she clearly agreed at the beginning!

He just allowed himself to fall in love...

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