A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

She looked up, and he looked down.

One sit, one stand.

The two looked at each other for an instant.

But a few seconds later, like a child, Bao Jinghan looked away quickly, lowered his head slowly, but held his wrist tightly, as if afraid that he would run away.

She didn't seem to want her to see her expression clearly.

But Lu Yan could clearly feel that she was trembling, her fingers, palms, wrists, arms... even her heart was trembling.And her slightly cool palms became hot and sweaty.Even if she didn't speak for a long time, Lu Yan seemed to be able to feel that she had some strange emotions at the moment.

"If, I am willing..."

what did she say?

The thin voice is not high, but in this extremely quiet night, the words are clear.

Lu Yan was stunned.

But Bao Jinghan raised his head at this moment, looked straight into his eyes, and asked again: "If I say, I will. Mr. Flower Picker, do you still want me?"

The vibrating sound of the phone still didn't stop.

Bao Jinghan ignored it and just stared at him.

In a sense, those few words she said just now can be regarded as mustering all her strength.But Lu Yan stared at her, fell into silence, did not give any answer, but did not deny it either.

But the intertwined gaze made Bao Jinghan's courage gradually disappear.

In the end, she lowered her eyes, exhaled without leaving a trace, and put on a playful tone: "I... I'm kidding you too. You go take a shower, I'll answer the phone!"

Bao Jinghan stopped looking at him, let go of his hand, and turned around to get his phone.

But before she could reach the phone, Lu Yan grabbed her shoulders abruptly. A deep and sexy voice came from above, with a little eagerness to order, "Don't listen to the phone, make it clear !"

Bao Jinghan turned her face around in a panic, her dark eyes were soaked in the mist from the night lamp, and became wet, as if she had suffered a great grievance.But when the eyes of the two were glued together again, she subconsciously bit her lip, and remained silent like he did before.

"Hanhan, what did you just say, think it through and say it again. Remember, you must think it through. Otherwise... I will take it seriously!"

Slowly approaching, Lu Yan reached out to bring her close to him.

He gently stroked her soft hair, soothing the little emotions that sprouted in her heart.

Have you figured it out?

Bao Jinghan asked herself secretly.

In fact, she also felt a little bit that what she said just now was very abrupt.However, she was sure that she had really thought it through.But her little courage was basically exhausted before, so it is really difficult for someone to ask her to say it again.

Miss Bo, who was always aggressive, blushed again.

Burying his head low on his waist, he whispered softly: "jet'aimebien."

jet'ai mebien.

In French, it means I like you.

And is this a confession?

"I hope, next time, you can remove the bien. Say to me, jet'aime!"

I love you!

Pushing away the little ostrich in her arms, Lu Yan gently lifted her chin, stared down at her watery eyes, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and repeated seriously: "jet'aime!"

After a pause, he bent down and whispered in her ear: "Hanhan, I take everything you said seriously."

"land……"

She opened her mouth in surprise, but what answered her was his kiss.

It was printed gently, together with Davidoff's clear and clean breath that dazzled her...