The Top Couple Is a Bit Sweet (MTL)

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    Wen Li's brain became even more dizzy.

    Like a man doesn't mean you can't like a woman, and she is so beautiful, it can only mean that she is charming and can explain something.

    Not at all convincing.

    Wen Li's fingertips were stiff, her palms were hot, and her old problem of hard mouth reappeared. She pouted and said, "Cut, it doesn't matter, when I was in high school, there was no shortage of people who liked it. If you hate it, hate it. Who cares if you like it or not. Me."

    "Yeah." Song Yan smiled slightly, "You don't care about my liking in high school."

    His tone was a bit self-deprecating and a little aggrieved.

    Wen Li suddenly felt a little tight in her heart. In normal times, she would definitely say "you know the physiognomy", but now she can't, she is very distressed.

    She thought that if her arrogant mouth fetish would make the man she likes unhappy, then she would change it.

    A few seconds of silence, only the sound of each other's breathing.

    "No, I'm very rare."

    "But at that time you didn't care and I liked you."

    Almost at the same time, Wen Li's flustered explanation was superimposed on Song Yan's calm statement. Her tone was a little higher. Fortunately, he Her voice was mellow, her words were clear, and she could hear it clearly in her ears. Her thoughts were stirred into a puddle, as if she had heard something incredible.

    Song Yan stroked her face, took her dull look into his eyes one by one, and pressed the words she just said into his heart, his heart tightened, even touching her fingertips was numb, his voice was still gentle, but no longer It was so clear just now, the low hoarse voice trembled slightly.

    "How can I hate you." He said softly, "I don't even dare to like you..."

    "What's the matter? Is it shameful to like me?"

    Wen Li frowned and suddenly tightened the strength in her hands , he stopped abruptly, hissed lowly, and frowned in pain.

    "Take it easy...it's not a toy."

    Wen Li sighed with a guilty conscience, she is not a man, and she can't empathize with her, so she let go of her hand embarrassingly.

    The retracted wrist was suddenly grabbed and pushed back to its original place.

    "But aren't you in pain?"

    Song Yan said in a hoarse voice, "Pain and happiness."

    Wen Li burst out laughing, bent her eyes, and asked in a long tone, "Is it more painful or more happy?"

    "What are you talking about drunk." Compared to her deliberately prolonged voice, his tone was short and concise, with a bit of imminent deterrence, "I'm about to be killed by you."

    He didn't say much, because Wen Li didn't say much. She's a talker, so I've been chatting with her for so long. In the candidness of her drunkenness, which is quite different from the usual, her body has long been drunk by her, and she sinks more and more down. The only thing she wants to do is actually one.

    Song Yan stopped talking nonsense, grabbed the back of her neck and raised his chin slightly, grabbed her lips, and kissed her hard.

    A piece of sharp teeth was invaded, and she could no longer take advantage of him, but she was unwilling to be kissed by him obediently, just as Song Yan had just pressed her claws on his weakest spot.