Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

It's too hot.

This was the first thought that came up in Qing'er's mind at this time. The young man's hand seemed to be a soldering iron. Her body was stiff, and she wanted to push him away, but her legs seemed to be stuck in place and could not move. Not only that, she even felt that the distance between them was getting closer and closer, so that they could hug them at any time. The dark black eyes of the teenager in the line of sight seemed to have dark flashes, making her once again have the illusion of being stared, chill He also climbed up the back.

No no no, this is wrong, there must be something wrong! Push him away!

Qinger shouted wildly in her heart, but she seemed to be deceived, unable to move at all, and only watched his face pressed down...

Qing'er's eyes widened to the extreme, perhaps because of the great shock, or maybe the alcohol was fermented to the apex at this time, or both, she suddenly rolled her eyes and then...

"Boom" fell on the boy's shoulder.

Rao Shi Ayao was also a little shocked. He knew that she had a bad drink, but he never thought that she had such a bad drink. He embraced the woman’s soft and hot body, and his hands were involuntarily exerting force-he finally no longer had to struggle to suppress himself. Disturbed heartbeat.

The teenager's throat slipped and hugged her horizontally.

Xu Ziyue was late, she was shocked: "What's wrong with her?"

"Nothing, just drink too much." A Yao glanced at Xu Ziyue, "I will take her back first."

"Hey wait!" Xu Ziyue subconsciously grabbed the boy's arm. "Although I can see that Qing'er is a bit interesting to you, even so, you can't..."

"You think too much." A Yao's voice was slightly cold, interrupting her directly, "In this world, I am the one who is most reluctant to hurt her."

Xu Ziyue was restrained by his aura, and he let go of his hands involuntarily, watching the young man holding the woman in his arms and walking away.

...

A Yao took the woman in her arms and fastened her seat belt. She suddenly opened her eyes.

"A Yao." Her voice was a little confused.

"Well." The teenager smiled slightly. "Sit down, let's go home."

The woman stuck in the seat hesitantly turned her head, and after seeing her environment clearly, the confusion in her eyes became deeper: "We..."

"We were just at the party." A Yao softly reminded her.

"...Yes." She nodded hesitantly. "How are you talking with... Xu Ziyue?"

The teenager gave a slight pause, his gaze a little deeper.

"Not bad." His voice was clear with a smile, "She is very interesting, I was thinking, do you want..."

"Don't." Qing'er subconsciously interrupted his words, "You don't want to ask her."

A Yao raised her lips, and he leaned slightly, forming a slightly aggressive pose: "Why."

His voice was smiling, and he almost asked in bewilderment: "Sister Qing'er, why don't you want me to ask her, didn't you introduce her to me?"

Qinger bit her lip involuntarily, and after a while she turned her eyebrows and said, "She is much older than you..."

"I don't mind." His quick interface seemed to be a bit deeper. "I don't mind at all. I don't mind whether it's a freshman or two, four or five."

Qing'er was dumb, only staring at his black eyes staring blankly, showing a little struggling and dazedness in his eyes.