Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

"Then... that's good." She closed her eyes as if she couldn't carry the wine, and her voice was almost murmured.

A Yao looked at the woman's blushing cheeks and closed eyes, her eyes darkened a bit.

After a few seconds, he finally stood upright and turned around to the other side of the car body and took the driver's seat.

It wasn't until this time that Qing'er quietly breathed a sigh of relief, leaning his face quietly to the side of the car window. There was a sound of the engine starting from her ears. Qinger originally wanted to stop him, but she felt inexplicably guilty, and at last she said nothing.

Fortunately, it's not far from the apartment, and Ayao's car skills are indeed good. The car drove smoothly for ten minutes. Ayao parked the car at the door of the apartment.

Qing'er immediately realized that the kid was going around to hug her and get out of the car. She burst into her heart and decisively "woke up", pretending to be sleeping all the way, and asked in a confused way, "Here?" Then fumbled and pushed the car door.

However, when she was about to take her right foot, A Yao was already standing in front of her.

"Sister Qing'er, you have drunk too much. I will take you back." He smiled slightly.

"No, no." Qinger shook his head and tried to make himself more awake. "My wine is already awake and I can go by myself."

A Yao didn't force it, she just extended her right hand towards her. Qinger hesitated, but put his hand up and stood up with his power.

However, I don't know if she really didn't stand still, or what Yao Yao did, she suddenly stumbled, "Ah," the whole person fell in his broad arms.

"Huh..." He chuckled and hugged her directly without giving her the opportunity to refuse.

"Hey!" Qinger thought subconsciously, but A Yao held her tighter.

He walked directly into the apartment, with a bit of joy in his voice: "Sister Qing'er doesn't have to be brave, I can hold you."

Qing'er looked up at him, but he could only see the delicate but masculine chin of the teenager. Her heart was inexplicably palpable, she couldn't help but withdraw her gaze, and she hated her indignantly.

But at the same time, there was more confusion in her heart...Before she was in the car, she almost thought that he emphasized that what he didn’t mind about age was what she said to her. All kinds of dependence and all kinds of intimate behaviors she intends to make, she feels that she should not be pretentious.

But how is this possible? This kid clearly took her to let her sister... Maybe he likes Xu Ziyue.

But... if he can like Xu Ziyue, why can't he like her?

This thought made Qing'er's heart throbbing, her cheeks hot, and her guilty palms sweated wildly. Fortunately, the drink remained, otherwise she really didn't know how to explain the blush on her face.

Arriving at home, A Yao put her on the sofa, leaning her subconsciously towards the back of the sofa, which seemed like drunk discomfort.

"I'll lie down...you go to take a bath..." she said vaguely.

After a moment of silence, Qing'er was wondering, and felt that the teenager's hand touched her ankle-this kid was going to take off her shoes!

Qinger yanked back her feet and got up from the sofa at once, shouting "Don't come by myself", but she never thought that this action would bury her first kiss.