Ying Lian has a good skin, even if he wears a sack, it is not bad, let alone such an object.
Mo Qin glanced at him and couldn't help but tease him:
"This is a tool, not a decoration."
Ying Lian said stubbornly: "It can be a tool or a decoration."
The purpose of an object changes depending on the intention of the person using it at the moment.
If you think of it as a tool, it is a tool; if you think of it as a decoration, it can be a decoration.
"Are you short-sighted?"
There was a book upside down on the coffee table in the living room. This man was probably reading a book just now, but I had never seen him wearing glasses before.
Ying Lian is not nearsighted. He bought these glasses when he was in college to protect himself from radiation.
It had not been used for a long time and was left in the study. He found it when he was looking for something today.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered the man in the photo.
I caught a glimpse of it by chance that day, and Ying Lian also went online to read it later, and naturally I saw the uproar that had happened a few days ago.
By some strange coincidence, he cleaned the glasses, took them out and put them on.
Judging from Mo Qin's reaction, Ying Lian was a little disappointed.
She doesn't seem to like it very much.
"You don't think it looks good?"
Of course, Mo Qin understood his intention. She raised her hand to take off Ying Lian's glasses, and tapped the bridge of his nose with her cool fingertips.
The place where it was touched felt itchy.
"You look good whether you wear them or not, but wearing glasses for a long time will leave marks on your face."
"It just really doesn't look good then."
They all look good...
Ying Lian's current mind is on glasses.
With a thought in his mind, he raised his hand to hold Mo Qin's hand, put his other hand around her waist, and pressed his whole body against her.
Like all previous contacts, Mo Qin did not refuse.
Mo Qin hooked up the pair of glasses with her fingertips and raised her eyes to look at him, with a slight smile on her lips, as if she was conniving.
Ying Lian's heartbeat accelerated a little bit with the contact between the two.
He lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips tentatively and hesitantly.
He never liked sweets that were too soft, but at this moment, the girl's lips were like marshmallows, like jelly, like a candy that he couldn't get enough of.
Make him reluctant to let go.
Suddenly, his body froze, and he woke up from this intoxicating pleasure. Only then did he clearly notice the reaction in his body.
Mo Qin's breathing was slightly rapid, and most of her weight was leaning on him.
Of course she didn't miss Ying Lian's reaction just now.
She clearly felt that her tense muscles and slightly stiff body felt like she was facing a formidable enemy.
This is obviously a normal thing, but he seems to be disgusted and panicked.
Same last time.
Where Mo Qin couldn't see, there was a hint of self-loathing in Ying Lian's eyes, and then he was like a broken jar, letting excitement and evil thoughts take over him.
Isn’t that what it is?
He was just as dirty as those people.
With an uncontrollable body and an uncontrollable heart, it seemed that he couldn't think with his brain at the moment... So what should he use to think?
Ying Lian rested his head on Mo Qin's shoulder and hugged the person in his arms tighter. He heard himself whispering in the girl's ear:
"Help……"
The glasses were put on the shelf at the door at some point. Ying Lian hugged the person tightly in his arms. The suspicious pink color climbed up his neck and stained his earlobes.
I don’t know how long it took.
Ying Lian remained silent, holding Mo Qin's hand and washing it over and over again under the faucet.
Mo Qin turned her head to look at him, then looked at her red hands.
She frowned and pulled her hand back before Ying Lian planned to wash it again.
"You've already washed it seven times!"
Ying Lian was like a machine whose power was turned off. He froze on the spot, looking down at the gurgling water from the faucet.
Mo Qin turned off the faucet with a snap.
The man's slender hands were still dripping with water, and the clear water dripped onto the white sink and rolled into the sewer entrance.
"I'm sorry, I just..."
Mo Qin leaned over and put her hand on his arm, not caring about what happened just now.
"I'm hungry, do you still remember that I'm here to get some food?"
Ying Lian turned his head stiffly, and when he saw Mo Qin with a normal expression, he responded:
"Well, I...I'm going to cook."
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The rice and vegetables have been prepared. Ying Lian only needs to wait for Mo Qin to come and cook the vegetables.
In just ten minutes, Ying Lian was done.
It was true that Mo Qin wanted to change the subject, and it was also true that he was hungry.
For two people to eat, Ying Lian also cooked four dishes. The portions were not too large and were just right for two people.
Obviously Mo Qin, the person involved, didn't care, but Ying Lian looked very awkward.
Just looking at Mo Qin's hands holding the chopsticks, he couldn't help but think of something bad.
Because he had hated those things since he was a child, he had never done that kind of thing, and he thought he would never do that kind of thing...
Mo Qin pretended not to notice Ying Lian's gaze.
If he was willing to talk about why he was like this, she would be very willing to listen, but if he wanted to apologize for what happened just now, then forget it.
If you are so resistant, why did you ask her to help just now?
It was made as if she was the pervert, she was clearly the victim.
Ying didn't even get off the table after finishing his meal, he just looked at Mo Qin, as if he wanted to say something, but then held back.
Mo Qin didn't ask him any questions, and the two of them remained silent.
It wasn't until Mo Qin planned to go back that Ying Lian finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He sat neatly next to Mo Qin, like a child who had made a mistake.
Mo Qin had never seen him like this.
Ying Lian said it very seriously. He had thought of countless ways to confess, but never thought of it in this situation.
"I like you, can I be your boyfriend?"
He thought that Mo Qin might like him.
She never refused his approach, and she didn't get angry and cut off contact with him when she noticed he was following her. Even if she found herself waking up from his bed, she would just calmly go home and continue to catch up on her sleep.
She accepted her kiss and was willing to do that for herself.
Mo Qin was a little disappointed, thinking he wanted to share a secret.
This brief silence made Ying Lian panic.
"You don't want to..." Ying Lian thought Mo Qin didn't want to, but before he could finish his words, he heard Mo Qin's words again.
"good."
Seeing Ying Lian stunned, Mo Qin sighed secretly in his heart and leaned over to hug him.
"I said yes, you will be my boyfriend from now on."
"Don't think too much. If I don't like it, I will refuse it."
Originally, Mo Qin had no intention of confirming this matter so quickly, but now it has developed to this point.
She can't be a scumbag either.
Kissed and touched.
The stone in Ying Lian's heart finally fell to the ground, and he tightened his arms, as if he wanted to melt the person into his bones.
His dark eyes were tinged with light, but behind that light there was a deeper darkness.
The treasure that has been obtained will only belong to him forever.
