Fall in love with kissing you

Yan Siyuan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. He leaned against the door of the bathroom and wiped his wet hair with a towel.

He looked at Chuqing sitting by the bed. An unspeakable embarrassment quietly spread in the silent room

Squinting at him, Chu Qing kicked him on the carpet with her toes.

"What happened just now..." in fact, even Yan Siyuan himself doesn't know. What's the purpose of his appearance here?

Is it driven by alcohol? Or... This is his original decision?

Has this woman really taken root in his heart unconsciously?

This idea had just come out, and Yan Siyuan was going to vote against it immediately.

He had just opened his mouth to explain, and even before he finished, he could not wait to be interrupted by Chu Qing.

"Stop talking, I know you drank a lot of wine tonight." after a pause, she deliberately avoided Yan Siyuan's eyes: "I'll take it as if it hasn't happened today, but I don't want another time."

What do you mean you don't want another time?

Inexplicably, Yan Siyuan's heart was vaguely unhappy.

Raised his eyes and looked at Chu Qing. He raised his hand and rubbed it gently on his temple.

He raised his eyebrows lightly: "you know I drank wine tonight? Don't you know I can't drive after drinking?"

There was a ray of light in his eyes, and he went straight to the bedside.

He leaned forward slowly, stretched out two fingers and fastened Chuqing's chin: "or do you wish I could have a drunk driving accident?"

Seeing Yan Siyuan's words getting more and more outrageous, Chu Qing stretched out his hand and brushed away his hand: "don't continue to talk nonsense and put all the responsibility on me. If you were hit on your head by a vase falling from the sky one day, would you also depend on me?"

"Why? Have you practiced such things over and over again in your heart?" with some hazy drunkenness, Yan Siyuan was a bit unscrupulous.

"That's enough!" she jumped up from the bed. She opened the wardrobe and took out a suit of clothes from it: "you change your clothes first, and I'll go outside to cook sober Soup for you."

Looking at the clothes in Chuqing's hand, the light in Yan Siyuan's eyes suddenly became dark.

After all, she still wants him to go?

Does she really dislike him so much?

At the thought of this, Yan Siyuan's heart was like being scratched by something. It was inexplicable at the bottom of his heart.

He clenched the towel in his hand, his narrow eyes narrowed, and his tone vaguely contained a warning: "are you driving me away?"

"In the past, you never spent the night here except on Friday, did you?" Chu Qing shrugged gently. She stretched out her hand and pointed out the window: "it's theoretically Saturday now."

In theory, in theory

Does she have to perfunctory him with such words?

Chu Qing's words immediately made Yan Siyuan angry.

He rolled up his eyes, shook the towel in his hand and smiled coldly: "Chuqing, have you forgotten something? I'm the master of this family! I don't need your consent to spend the night here!"

Home? It turned out that he knew this place was his home.

She thought this place could not even compare with the hotel for him!

I don't know why, when the word came out of Yan Siyuan's mouth, Chu Qing only felt that it was funny.

But at the moment, looking at Yan Si's face, Chu Qing didn't want to argue with him again.

She stepped back two steps slightly. She hooked her lips and smiled: "you're right. This is your home. Where you want to sleep is your freedom."

With that, Chu Qing turned and took out a set of sheets and quilts from the cabinet. She looked back at Yan Siyuan. She turned straight and walked outside

Her behavior immediately angered Yan Siyuan.

Striding to the door, he stretched out his long arm and stopped Chu Qing's way.

"What do you mean?" he stared at the quilt in Chuqing's arms. His voice was so low that he said, "where do you want to go?"

Chu Qing's eyes looked around the room. She pulled her lips and smiled abruptly: "you said that the young master is the master of the family. Since you want to spend the night here, Feng, an outsider, naturally went to the guest room to sleep."

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Chu Qing deliberately accentuated the tone on the two words of outsiders, as if he was deliberately reminding Yan Siyuan of something.

"Outsider?" he rubbed his teeth vigorously, and Yan Siyuan chewed the two words secretly: "you are now a legitimate Mrs. Yan, and no one regards you as an outsider at all."

"Really?" Chu Qing opened her mouth. She stretched out her hand and pointed to Yan Siyuan's heart: "in other people's eyes, I am indeed Mrs. Yan, and what about you? I am always an outsider in your heart, am I not?"

After all, the person he wanted to marry from beginning to end was Ning Yaner.

She was the one who interposed between them. Yan Si didn't hate her very much. She was already Amitabha. How dare she expect anything else.

Although he said so, Chu Qing always had some bad feelings in her heart.

Where did this feeling come from? Even Chu Qing himself couldn't tell

With a sudden breath, Chuqing's lips burst out with a slightly ironic smile: "what? I said the central thing?"

Looking deeply at Chu Qing's face, Yan Siyuan bit his teeth hard. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Chu Qing's wrist, and suddenly pressed her against the wall.

The action that couldn't be prevented made Chu Qing exclaim, and the quilt fell in her arms.

Back against the wall, bursts of coolness seeped into her body through her thin pajamas.

The body could not help trembling. She stared at Yan Si's face, which was close at hand. She was a little uneasy in her heart.

Her teeth gently bit her lower lip. She roared with some bluff: "Yan Siyuan, what do you want to do?"

Yan Si didn't answer her question, but leaned forward slowly and stopped very close to her.

"What do I want to do?" Yan Siyuan snorted, and his thick breath lingered around Chu Qing.

Chu Qing frowned slightly and subconsciously turned her head aside to avoid Yan Siyuan.

Seeing this, Yan Siyuan narrowed his eyes. He firmly clasped her chin with his fingers, forcing them to look at each other.

Staring at Chu Qing's face, he smiled and said, "you asked me what I want to do? I haven't asked you yet!"