Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2568 Premeditated (46)

"..." She pushed him away, "I don't like you."

Li An got the advantage and didn't argue with her.

Satisfied, she hugged her again, as if she was completely in love.

The movie ends and the lovers leave.

Just leave them still on the seat.

Stick to stick.

The two quarreled and sat for a while before getting up.

Get dressed and leave.

"Can you tell me?"

Walking out of the movie theater, on the cold street, the man who was cheated by his color was huddled in his scarf, staring at him with wet eyes.

It's too late to be angry, I just want to know the answer.

I want to know when on earth he met her.

Li An's hand reached into the pocket of her padded jacket as usual, and grabbed her hand.

Walking side by side, holding hands tightly.

The thin and tall man wears thick clothes without looking bloated.

Qingqing has a cold standard thick-faced and handsome appearance, lazily, always revealing a sense of indifference.

Looking at her, the temperature of the palm is very high.

As high as in the dark of a movie theater, his rapid and restrained breathing.

Like sparks, hot and scorching.

At night, the snow is small.

Intermittent, like spring catkins snow.

It fell little by little, without a sound.

Soft snowflakes fell on his shoulders, he held her hand and walked slowly.

In the pocket, the hand was slightly loosened, and then the fingers were tightly clasped.

"It is nothing special."

He said.

"It's just... suddenly one day, you were standing on the car, and I was standing under the car."

"And then, somehow, I noticed you."

The snow fell slowly, and under the dark night sky, the snowflakes were like light feathers, performing a beautiful stage play.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the bustle on the street has not dissipated, and the festive Christmas carols are still playing.

On the long and sprawling road, they held hands, shoulder to shoulder, and left shallow footprints on the pure white snow.

It's like writing a beautiful poem on the snow, neat and warm.

Under the light of the street lamp, I heard him say: "At that time, I saw you and thought you were beautiful."

When he said this, he paused and smiled.

"So, do you think I'm just for sex?"

"..." The person walking beside him blinked, then nodded.

without hesitation.

"meeting."

You're welcome.

Li An coughed lightly, "You should say no."

At least, give him a step down.

"Is not it?"

Half of her white and soft face was buried in the fluffy scarf, and her voice was muffled.

"You are a hooligan, always trying to take advantage of me."

Li An: "..."

Facing her accusation, he was silent for a few seconds.

Then, without blushing, he leaned over again and kissed her deeply.

The skin is thicker than the city wall.

"Well, I'm a hooligan."

If the object is her, he can be more rogue.

A few kisses in a row, no matter how much they kiss, it seems that they are not enough.

"..." She couldn't help avoiding, "Oh, don't make trouble, you haven't finished yet."

"Keep talking, I want to listen."

Under the scarf, her face was flushed, maybe it was hot, or maybe it was because the flush after the intimate just had not had time to recede.

The eyeballs are moist and bright, like crystal clear grapes.

She looked at him with shame and annoyance, softly.

"and after?"

"later……"

Li An touched her face, with a frivolous smile, taking his time.

"Afterwards, I often went to see you."

"It doesn't mean anything else, I just think...you are cute."

(End of this chapter)