The host of the beauty is holding a beautiful murder

Chapter 92 The Last Sick Petite Slave (22)

"Of course it's my Xiaolulu, he's so pretty."

Che Youlu's ears were red, his bright starry eyes were shining, he glanced at Yun Yuan and smiled shyly, then lowered his head, "Sister is the prettiest."

If this kind of flirtatious attitude is placed on an ordinary man, it will definitely make people feel disgusted, but Che Youlu's shy appearance will only make people want to pet him and care for him.

As soon as Yun Yuan stepped on the brake, he unbuckled his seat belt, jumped out of the car neatly, walked around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and held the car with his slender, white green hands, Youlu's perfect face carved like a god, his eyes sparkling and he smirked.

Although this kiss is like a mother to a baby, a sister to a younger brother, it still made Che Youlu stiffen, his mind went blank, and he didn't wake up until the car rumbled on the road again.

He is so sorry.

He regretted why he was in a daze just now! ! !
The brain controlled by regret was very impulsive, Che Youlu opened his arms and hugged Yun Yuan without thinking.

Crashing into the boy's clean and refreshing embrace, the clear breath enveloped Yun Yuan, and Che Youlu's clear boy's voice sounded deep and close to her ears: "Sister."

"Let me go." Yun Yuan held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his body struggled, but he couldn't let go. He sighed helplessly and said, "I'm driving. You have seriously violated a traffic violation by acting like this, and you are taking The lives of people in the car are a joke."

"Sister, I'm sorry..." Che Youlu let go of his hand a little bit, but still stubbornly circled her.

Seeing Yun Yuan driving intently, Che Youlu lowered his head and let out a soft "ah".

"Xiao Lulu, what's the matter?" Yun Yuan felt Che Youlu's depressed mood, and his soft voice sounded sweetly.

Che Youlu clenched his hands into fists, clenched tightly, and clenched his teeth on his beautiful and delicate face, as if trying his best to suppress the devil in his body from rushing out.

Yun Yuan looked at him suspiciously.

Che Youlu pursed his lips, and spoke after a long time: "Sister, do you like... me?" His strong heart beat heavily on his chest.

The tremor of the heartbeat spread to Yun Yuan's chest, and the sound of the heartbeat entered the ears, accompanied by the nervous voice of the young man, entangled Yun Yuan's heart.

"Of course I like it."

So pretty, can you not like it?

"Then sister kissed me because she likes me?" After the unspeakable emotion was released and responded to, joy was like a spring seedling, sprouting from the bottom of my heart.

"of course."

Who would kiss someone they don't like? !
"That's great!" Che Youlu hugged Yun Yuan tightly, exuding the breath of spring, "My sister likes me, that's great...I like my sister too, I really like it..."

Yun Yuan accepted Che Youlu's liking with satisfaction, and his cheeks were held by Che Youlu's slender hands.

Just like she was holding him just now.

A little more piety and tenderness.

On the forehead, the boy returned the same kiss.

"I like my sister more than my sister likes me." Che Youlu said suddenly, under Yun Yuan's puzzled eyes, said: "I like my sister, three times as much as my sister likes me."

"Like cannot be measured." Yun Yuan laughed, thinking Che Youlu's idea was naive.

"No, it's three times." Che Youlu said stubbornly.

Looking at Yun Yuan's moist pink lips, he said softly: "So, my sister kisses me once, and I will kiss my sister three times."

(End of this chapter)