After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Song Muran's smile looked like he had used some kind of bewitching trick in the night. Yang Jingyi felt as if she was drowning in her heart.

It seemed like it was about to surface, but it couldn't. It went up and down for a while, and then sank to the bottom of the sea.

At this time, Yang Jingyi's cell phone rang.

Song Muran straightened up and watched Yang Jingyi take out her mobile phone to look at it.

She looked down and said:
"It's my alarm clock for washing up. It seems we should go back. We have to go back to Jiangcheng tomorrow."

After speaking, Yang Jingyi stood up and prepared to leave with Song Muran.

The two walked side by side, and their ambiguity was fully displayed when the backs of their hands touched.

Song Muran wanted to hold her hand, but Yang Jingyi had not promised him yet, and the two of them had not confirmed their relationship yet.

Apart from daring to touch her head, Song Muran also didn't know whether he should hold her or not.

Yang Jingyi was also thinking on the sidelines, does taking the initiative to hold her now mean that they can date?

Why doesn't he hold me still? Didn't you just say that you like him? Didn't you wait for my signal?

Sister, I have never been in love, but the people who pursue me are very experienced and experienced.

After the two walked in silence for five minutes, Yang Jingyi really felt that maybe the innocent man didn't have much experience, so let the experienced sister do it!
She slowly stretched out her hand and took Song Muran's hand.

His hands are very big, with well-defined joints, a little bit of calluses from fitness, and very warm.

At this time, Song Muran also felt his hand suddenly being held by a soft little hand. A smile appeared on his lips, and he turned to look at Yang Jingyi who was looking down and smiling.

His hand was held closer, and a gentle voice came from the top of Yang Jingyi's head:

"Follow me closely and you won't get lost."

Yang Jingyi nodded and looked at him with a smile.

The two of them are now wearing couple's costumes, holding hands and walking through the streets. In the eyes of others, they are really handsome men and beautiful women.

Soon the two held hands and walked to the car. Song Muran opened the door for her as before and let her sit in the passenger seat.

After Yang Jingyi sat on it, she became a little nervous. After all, this was a closed space, and two people were in the same room.

Then Song Muran also got on the bus.

When fastening the seat belt, it happened that Yang Jingyao failed to find the correct position to buckle it twice.

Someone on the side whispered: "Why can't the seat belt be buckled?"

Song Muran saw it in his eyes, smiled and leaned towards her, picking up the seat belt in her hand from her right shoulder, and both of them could ask each other about each other's unique fragrance.

Song Muran said nothing and silently buckled the safety belt to Yang Jingyi.

When he raised his head, he happened to meet Yang Jingyi's face with her head lowered. The two of them could feel each other's breathing on their foreheads, eyes, noses, and mouths, just a punch apart.

Song Muran's eyes fell. He looked at Yang Jingyi's eyes, then glanced at the tip of her nose and her pink lips.

Yang Jingyi looked at Song Muran stroking her with deep eyes, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

The atmosphere in the car was great. Yang Jingyi was a little nervous holding the seat belt in her hands, thinking she would be invited in soon, and was about to close her eyes.

Song Muran looked away, stood up and sat down, and then took a deep breath.

Yang Jingyi didn't react for a while, and when she did, she was a little disappointed. She was already interested, but why did the other party stop?

".What, what happened?"

she asked quietly.

Song Mu Ran tugged on her loose sports coat, then put her left arm on the car frame and turned her face to the outside of the car window. "fine."

He didn't say the next words, because he was afraid that he couldn't control himself and wanted more.

The roots of his ears were already red, and his body had some reaction.

Yang Jingyi sat aside and looked at his turned face and red ears. She smiled and couldn't help but touched his head and said:

"So cute."

Song Muran suddenly lost his composure, as if electricity suddenly rushed from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

I saw his chest rise and fall, then he turned his head and looked forward and said:

"Let's go, go back."

The car started, and Song Mulan's eyes were looking at the road ahead seriously along the way. Yang Jingyi was so cute by Song Mulan's reaction.

As expected, he is an innocent man who has never been in love, and he is so cautious when kissing.

Although I don't have this experience, I have seen Europeans' open kissing rituals, and I am still a little more open-minded than the innocent men. I must have better experience than him!

If the child is shy next time, it's okay to kiss the cheek quietly.

Yang Jingyi was sitting in the car, thinking and smiling quietly. She felt a little elated tonight, and all her worries were forgotten at this moment.

Soon the two of them arrived at the hotel's underground garage. After getting off the car, Song Muran calmly led Yang Jingyi into the elevator.

When they reached the floor, Song Muran's pace quickened a little, and Yang Jingyi also felt it.

She still followed silently. When she reached the door of the room, Song Muran let go of Yang Jingyi, took out the room card and opened the door.

She went in first, and Yang Jingyi was still wondering why she didn't let the lady go first this time.

At this moment, the always-warm thug grabbed her wrist and pulled her directly from the door into the room.

Song Muran was at the door and closed it instantly.

Yang Jingyi fell into a gentle embrace. She pressed her hands against Song Muran's chest and could feel the strong muscles under the clothes.

Just when she was about to say something, Song Muran put his arms around her waist and pressed Yang Jingyi against the wall, his hands protecting the back of her head.

The two people's breaths were close at hand and entangled with each other. Song Muran lowered his voice, pressed his forehead against Yang Jingyi's and said:
"Can I kiss you?"

Such low sounds sounded in her ears, just like a massage on her ears. Yang Jingyi's ears softened when she heard it.

She blushed slightly and nodded silently.

Song Muran kissed Yang Jingyi's lips like a surging tide.

The soft and sweet taste brings warmth and a surging feeling.

Yang Jingyi grabbed the clothes on his chest tightly, and the two of them breathed rapidly, kissing and entangled each other.

Yang Jingyi seemed to be floating on the water at this time, her thoughts drifting with the waves, endless as far as the eye could see, without any ideas.

Both of them were immersed in it, until Yang Jingyi could hardly hold her breath, and Song Muran gently let go of her lips.

His forehead was still close to Yang Jingyi's, and the tips of their noses collided. Everything around him was still and only soft breathing could be heard.

He lowered his voice and said, "I still want to kiss you."

Her eyes flickered, looking at Yang Jingyi as if pleading. Her mind was temporarily shut down and there was no response.