Marriage has a pit: Daddy, get divorce quickly!

Ye Cong thinks that Xinya's eyes are not right all the time today, and it's definitely not the kind of eyes that are especially grateful for helping her celebrate her birthday, but the kind of eyes that seem to be unhappy.

After the stove was moved, ye Cong went back to his room and asked Xinya to change his dressing.

When it comes to dressing change, of course, Xinya didn't dare to think much about it. He followed him back to his room in a hurry.

After burning the stove for a day, the room was still warm, but just as Xin Ya entered, he was directly pressed on the door by Ye Cong.

Xinya gave a low cry. Fortunately, the door was closed.

"What are you doing?" Xinya was angry in a low voice, but did not struggle.

"What did your mother say to you that she looked at me all night and wanted to eat me?" Ye Cong opens his mouth in a low voice. He is sexy.

Xinya reached out and held his face. His skin was so good that people wanted to pinch it again and again. "Did you lie about your age? My mother said you were only twenty-four or twenty-five years old."

Ye Cong

It seems to be a problem.

The age gap between him and Xinya is not as good as that between him and Xinya's mother.

"Does your mother think I'm too far behind you?" Eleven years old, very old.

His little girl, too young.

"I don't think so." New bud uncertain opening said.

Ye Cong let go of Xinya and turned back to the bedside. Xinya pursed her lips and helped him take off his coat. "They care more about whether you are good to me."

Xinya is eager to persuade. She seems to feel that ye Cong is angry.

"And I don't care how much older you are than me. If I like you, it's the person who likes you, not --"

Before Xinya's words were finished, he was held in his arms by Ye Cong. Ye Cong looked down at Xinya with a smile between his eyebrows and eyes. "What did you just say?"

New shoots

Just now——

"I don't care if you're older than me." Because Xinya was suddenly hugged, she couldn't help lowering her voice.

"Not that." Ye Cong seems to be very happy now. Even his eyebrows and eyes are full of smiles.

Xinya was almost dazzled by his smile. Before, he seldom laughed, even if he laughed, he basically sneered.

So the smile made Xinya's brain lose the ability to think. She slowly raised her hand and fell on Ye Cong's face: "you smile, it's beautiful."

Ye Cong

Is he being teased by his own little woman?

"Don't change the subject." Ye Cong took her hand and never let it go again.

New bud mouth slightly a draw, as expected should be that sentence, don't and men play romantic.

Seeing that Xinya doesn't open her mouth, ye Cong directly lowers her head and kisses her lips. Xinya's resistance is ineffective, but ye Cong presses her on the bed.

New shoots

This development is a little fast.

Ye Cong's movements are very light, as if he were a fragile doll.

A kiss fell from her lips to her chin, then her white neck and slightly torn sleeves.

"Ye --" Xinya opened his mouth, holding the place where he fell along his clothes with a slight tremor.

It's too fast.

She's not ready, not at all.

Ye Cong pause for a moment, as if just recovered, slowly took back his hand, whispered an apology in her ear.

Xinya's heart beat like thunder. He didn't dare to move under him.

Ye Cong gets up and arranges the collar which is pulled open by himself for her, "go to have a rest, I'll do it myself."

Do it yourself?

But his injury was on his shoulder.