I continued to ask him: "Did you really not prepare a gift for yourself last night?"
He snorted and whispered, "Not in the mood."
"Oh," I couldn't help but want to argue with him, "Didn't I take the initiative to hang on to you? Aren't you even in the mood? This is not like you~"
He frowned and lowered his eyes, as if an old monk was in trance: "The more proactive you are, the less mood I will have."
"..."
"What?" he asked, raising his eyes.
I knew I shouldn't dwell on this topic, but I really wanted to know: "Am I really...that proactive?"
He said first: "Really."
I pointed to my eyes: "Look into my eyes and answer."
"You kept hugging me and hugging me." After all, it was in public, and the civilized man's voice was much lower, "I can't pull away no matter what."
Oh my god, I've become more capable.
I said, "Then did I speak? No?"
"No." He still looked into my eyes, "My mouth is occupied."
……Fine.
He also commented: "You should drink less in the future. You are really not good at drinking."
"This is an accident." I was shocked myself. "I weigh the legendary two kilograms..."
As he said this, I noticed teasing in this guy's eyes. I knew what he meant: "I drank with you. You are so handsome. Is it normal for me to be greedy? I'm not a child anymore. Besides, it was definitely not me last time. Take the initiative, but I felt you kiss me first."
I can't take the initiative every time.
Accident.
"You didn't take the initiative. You took off all your clothes yourself and said you were hot. You used too much force and tore a big hole in your shirt." He showed a narrow smile, "I didn't kiss you either, so It’s a towel.”
"Then what?"
"Then I fell asleep and it was almost dawn."
"Oh~ am I so unattractive?" She even took off her clothes and didn't respond.
"No matter how charming she is, I can't resist it anymore." He was still so serious, "I drank from noon to midnight that day, and even if I had the intention, I didn't have the strength."
Then what kind of money should I give?
etc.
"No," I said, "Where were my clothes yesterday? I was definitely not hot yesterday. I felt very cold when I fell asleep."
He fell silent.
"Are you okay?" I reminded him, "You must have done something secretly. I have watched more than a hundred episodes of Conan, and you can't deceive me."
He immediately followed up and took the topic away: "There have been more than a thousand episodes of Conan."
"Isn't there Haiyuan Ai in the back?" I said, "I don't like to look at her."
Liang Medong started to laugh: "Why?"
"Anyway, I just don't like it."
I support Xinlan, and I support my childhood sweetheart.
Last time, I was arguing with someone on a certain blog for most of the night over this matter. Of course, I drank too much that day, so I didn’t argue with him either.
Because the girls said that Xiaolan's character has collapsed and has become nothing more than a backdrop. Haiyuan is great, growing up together with Conan, a childhood sweetheart is not as good as falling from the sky.
God's green horse and bamboo horse are not as good as falling from the sky.
It’s just animation, just do this.
The old thief from Qingshan is shameless and will do whatever it takes to make money.
I don't want to continue this topic, I want to give him something else: "Don't change the subject, please explain what happened yesterday first, I just think there is something fishy about you."
Liang Medong pursed his lips and said, "So I can't hide it, so I can only tell you."
"That's right." Look, let's just say there's something fishy about him.
"Okay." He seemed to have made up his mind, "You know the bus stop where you fell asleep yesterday, the No. 21 bus stop, that place is abandoned."
"...Hmm." I had an ominous premonition.
"I don't know how many drunks I've slept with," he said sympathetically, "I don't even know how many are on the trash can you're leaning against..."
I covered his mouth: "Stop talking."
He held my hand and kissed my palm: "Don't be afraid, I've washed everything."
"..."
"I specially bought the most fragrant one and washed it for you several times," he said. "People say washing it too much will dry out your skin and make your hair dry. I also gave you a set of skin care products to ensure it is flawless."
"..." I thanked him.
"Okay." He smiled, "It's already clean."
I still didn't say anything, just looked at him.
He stopped talking and looked at me.
After a long while, I tentatively said, "I can't be scolded anymore today, can I?"
He actually said, "You can try it."
Just try it.
Even though I thought so, my palms were still sweating.
In fact, that was the reason why I sat down. It would not be wrong to say that I wanted to avenge my previous shame, but I still felt unhappy after being scolded by him.
So I kissed him again, just like yesterday, prying him apart, entangled him, and manipulated him.
Of course he didn't refuse.
I know, he wants this feeling.
If I came out of the Express Hotel that day, I would listen to him carefully and then go to dinner with him.
Although we are not as straightforward as those two high school students, we always eat and talk until late.
It's so late, and as long as he doesn't send it off, I won't be able to go home.
Will he give it away?
Although he acted very restrained that day, he was actually always clinging to me.
He definitely doesn't want to give it away.
Then we will be in that paradise, like this afternoon, entangled, entangled...
Maybe six years will pass in a blink of an eye, but we are still together, in that never-ending date...
In love.
We both ate half full and then went home. His Du Moussi felt pretty good.
I was also teased by him - he said that he firmly did not believe that I would not take the initiative.
I slapped him in the face mercilessly. God, the more active I was, the less mood he was in. The boy was obviously in a very high mood.
All in all, there are no taboos today.
Now I'm completely relaxed, too, and that's it.
I have been very tired for the past six years, and I have never stopped to breathe even for a day.
No matter how this situation came about, just let me rest for a few days and finish this unfinished date with my young lover.
I barely slept the whole night, and early the next morning, I baked a cake for Liang Modong.
Liang Medong was still surprised by my skills: "I didn't expect you to be really good at it."
"I'm not the kind of woman who can lie in bed." I squeezed the piping bag with my piping bag. "I learned this from the chef of our western restaurant."
Liang Modong asked: "When did you learn it?"
I said: "Last month, so please be patient, this is the first time."
He asked: "Why do you learn this? Do you like it?"
I glanced at him and wanted to say I didn't like it, but stopped myself.
He was lying in the same position where he trapped me yesterday, with the same posture.
My fingers were stained with cream, and I couldn't help but put it to my mouth and lick it.
Sure enough, he came over like a kite being dragged along the string. I quickly pushed him: "Wait, don't make trouble, it's almost done."
