The car drove all the way into the underground parking lot and got out of the car. Yin Liting wanted to help Yu Qingluo carry the bag, but as soon as his hand touched her arm, she twisted away.
Then, their eyes met, and both of them paused.
No matter how slow he was, Yin Liting realized that something was wrong:
"What happened? What activity? Are you wronged?"
"My grandma's birthday..."
Just as he was reflecting on whether he had forgotten something again, such a sentence suddenly came out, and Yin Liting's brain instantly went "bang". Subconsciously, he wanted to apologize, but before the words came out, he heard her say again:
"I've already given you the gift."
She was very clear about his positioning on the relationship between the two of them, and Yu Qingluo also knew that she shouldn't have any emotions towards him, but after all, he was also the man with whom she had the closest relationship, and she couldn't even pretend today.
Turning around, she walked directly to the elevator.
Behind him, Yin Liting suddenly realized that it wasn't that he had forgotten, but that she didn't want to take him there at all.
Recalling the first hotel scene between the two of them and the sporadic conversations he overheard in the hospital, he knew without asking that she was probably a little angry when she returned home.
No wonder he was in such a low mood, as if he had eaten gunpowder.
Then, he followed.
After returning home, Yu Qingluo was not as lively as usual. After washing and changing clothes, she went to bed. When Yin Liting came out of the shower, the lights on the side of the bed had been turned off.
This was a situation he had never encountered before when the two of them were together.
Tiptoeing onto the bed, he didn't even dare to look at his phone. He glanced at the half-crouched woman next to him with her back to him, and quickly turned off the light.
In the darkness, Yu Qingluo felt a warmth behind her, and an arm was placed on her body.
A fire in my heart exploded instantly.
"Don't touch me, I'm not in the mood."
After rolling up the quilt, she hugged her a little longer:
Partners also have the right to choose!
This is the only thing that happens every time she comes back. Who do you think she is?
Men really don't have any good things.
Her heart was so irritated that she wanted to explode. Yu Qingluo threw away her hand. However, before she could make another move, her lowered arm tightened again, and a burst of hot air came from above her head:
"Don't do it, just go to sleep."
He just wanted to hold her and lean against her.
She smells good.
Yu Qingluo couldn't move. The eyes that had been closed in the darkness slowly opened, and finally closed again.
In the quiet and lonely night, two people who also longed for warmth stayed in this position and fell asleep contentedly, having a good night's sleep.
…
The next day, Yu Qingluo opened her eyes, still maintaining a half-back posture. However, someone's hand that was originally placed outside the quilt had moved inside the quilt, and had penetrated along the hem of her clothes, stopping right there. The highest point.
"Yin Liting~"
This is shameless!
She didn't want to give it to him last night, so she didn't wear the silk suspender nightgown she was used to. She changed into a large T-shirt and wore trousers. Who would have thought that this man would be dishonest with his hands while sleeping?
Turning around, before Yu Qingluo could push his hand away, she felt a pain in her chest. It was like a deflated ball. She unconsciously let out a muffled "hum", and then faced a pair of slightly open eyes. Beautiful eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Bastard, he still dares to use force?
Forget about dishonest hands, the neckline of her pajamas was wide open. Under the dim light, the tangled texture was filled with the smell of hormones. Her face turned red, and Yu Qingluo smashed it with her small fist:
"Don't let me go yet, let me go~"
It's so early in the morning, can I have some facial expressions?
I was still a little confused at first, but when I realized that if Yin Liting could hold it back, he would no longer be a man.
Therefore, the two of them made up for the lack of exercise in the evening this morning. They were tormented by someone for most of the morning. If Yu Qingluo hadn't been so hungry that his stomach was growling, he probably wouldn't have stopped. hand.
After exercising, leaning weakly on Yin Liting's resolute chest, Yu Qingluo found that there seemed to be no reluctance or unhappiness as he imagined.
Even though someone's skills are a bit off, the overall process is still flawless and wonderful.
Especially this warm and powerful embrace is actually very coveted.
She arched in front of him again, she was so tired that she didn't even raise her eyelids:
"I'm bored. You cook today."
"Haha" he smiled. Yin Liting was obviously in a good mood. He rubbed the top of her hair and lowered his head to kiss her softly:
"good."
He grabbed his phone with one hand and started ordering takeout.
Raising her head and squinting at him, Yu Qingluo narrowed her eyes again, but couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't gotten the big star yet or if the woman couldn't feed him at all, otherwise why would he torment her to death every time he came back?
In Yu Qingluo's perception, this is the dual consequence of being stimulated externally.
Just like those criminals who watch movies and commit crimes impulsively.
But in these two situations, shouldn’t men be more responsible and keep their thoughts to themselves?
I really can’t figure it out.
She couldn't help but think of the past few years that she and Pei Junchi had known each other.
They are all men, why does he never seem to have this instinct for himself?
When they first met, she was unfamiliar with him and his career was suffering setbacks. She could understand, but what happened next?
Is it because I want to get back together with my ex or because of Yu Kehuan?
Thinking of her only relationship, which she had been in for many years, her heart ached again.
She seems to be quite a failure as a person.
After exhausting my heart and soul, I didn’t come up with anything in the end.
Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the strong arm in front of her. Yu Qingluo suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with this. Without too much expectation, it would not be hurt.
After the two of them washed up, the takeout was delivered, and Yin Liting opened the door to pick it up.
While scrolling through her phone and enjoying a sumptuous brunch, Yu Qingluo continued to chat with Yin Liting:
"The glass is dirty, ask a housekeeper to clean it! Do you have any recommendations? How did you keep it clean in the past?"
When she came in, the house was comparable to a model apartment, and she fell in love with it at first sight.
"The butler takes care of it."
In fact, he rarely came back to live in the past. In my memory, someone should clean it once a month. Sometimes if he came back frequently and felt dirty, he would call and have someone come and clean it up:
"I'll call Uncle Li later and ask him to arrange for someone to come over next week."
When he was there, he actually didn't like having people at home.
"Okay, let's clean everything thoroughly when we get here. By the way, remember to tell them not to touch my computer, baby."
Shaking his head, Yin Liting remembered the notebook on the small table in the bedroom. It was obviously from a few years ago, and the letters on the keyboard were all worn away.
As soon as he made a call and sent a message, he saw the woman opposite got up in a hurry again, and even put the small cake he ordered for her into a box and took it away:
"The company's Mid-Autumn Festival gift has arrived. My colleagues called me to select products. I took some gifts and left."
After a period of rustling, there was another sound of the door closing, and the corners of Yin Liting's lips unconsciously pursed into a line:
It's not July 15th yet, why are you so anxious?
What piece of shit is more important than him?
