monopolize her

The field of vision was too dark, and Wen Yuran couldn't distinguish the little girl's expression.

The remaining cold touch still wraps the tip of the tongue and lips, and if one is not paying attention, one's thoughts will fall into the aftertaste.

There is still a faint sense of swelling on the lips.

The little girl also kissed too hard.Wen Yuran narrowed his eyes and thought.

After a while, Wen Yuran cut off the memory, adjusted his breathing, walked to the light switch fumbled, tightened his face, cleaned up all the embarrassing details, and then hesitated to turn on the light.

"Snapped"

Bright lights shone down, reflecting the slanting shadow of the little girl.

The little girl stood on the edge of the seat, keeping her head bowed, her jet-black hair hanging down softly, her face was as smooth and beautiful as white porcelain, cute and lovely.

It looked nothing like the man who was pushing himself crazy half a minute ago.

Wen Yuran moved his eyes away.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." Wen Yuran took a deep breath and said.

The little girl didn't move.

After a while, the little girl spat out a word: "No."

The word was said bluntly and forcefully, as if restraining some emotion.

Wen Yuran was stunned for a second.

Really angry?

Wen Yuran chuckled: "You can't sleep in my company, go."

The little girl raised her head slightly, the shadows from her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were bottomless.

The delicate longing and crazy possessiveness began to overflow, and was finally suppressed tightly, and the dangerous tentacles were withdrawn bit by bit.

"I want to follow you." The little girl resumed her soft tone, her voice was small and sweet.

"Ok?"

"I want to follow you home."

The little girl repeated the words, the crazy and profound meaning in her eyes gradually faded away, and when she opened her eyes again, they were clean, serious, pure and harmless.

"I was sitting here alone just now, and I was very scared. You haven't come here, I thought you had left me..." The little girl's soft voice trembled slightly, and it flowed into Wen Yuran's ear canal little by little. , Finally, a little bit flowed into my heart.

As Wen Yuran listened, a trace of guilt began to spread in his heart, and finally softened his entire heart.

"No." Wen Yuran's mind was a little confused, he didn't know what to say, and finally he only said three pale words.

"really?"

The little girl's voice was soft.

"Well, I will definitely not leave you behind." Wen Yuran said.

"you promise?"

"I promise."

The voice fell.

The little girl looked at her steadily.

His eyes were terribly serious, as if confirming to her that this promise was worthless.

The atmosphere was deadlocked in silence for a while, to the point of weird stalemate.

"Then I'll go home with you, okay?" The little girl finally rolled her eyes and smiled slightly.

The atmosphere relaxed, and the topic was brought back to the original place.

Wen Yuran could hardly help but agree.

But at the last second of nodding, Wen Yuran realized that he stopped his desire to agree.

The little girl who dared to love made such a big circle, and it was because of this.

Now... it's still early.

It is less than half a month before the relationship is confirmed, so it cannot develop too fast.

"You still have class tomorrow." Wen Yuran said.

"I have no class tomorrow."

"Then have a good rest."

"I can have a good rest at your house." The little girl tilted her head, put on an expression of ignorance, and looked straight at Wen Yuran.

Seeing the little girl's ignorant look, Wen Yuran was speechless for a moment.

Forget it.

It's not like I didn't take the little girl home, so I just need to sleep in a separate room.

The few remaining reasons and excuses were also buried.

"Okay." Wen Yuran said while squeezing his palms.

The little girl followed Wen Yuran into the car.

After getting in the car, Wen Yuran took a look in the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, her lips were quite red and swollen, with one or two streaks of blood hidden.

How can the little girl be so energetic?

Wen Yuran couldn't help but glanced at the little girl again. The girl's lips were pink and tender, which was normal and she couldn't tell anything.

It was like this every time, no matter how embarrassed I was, the little girl seemed to be okay.

Thinking of this, the trace of guilt in Wen Yuran's heart disappeared.

If the little girl gets angry again next time, she will ignore it.Wen Yuran secretly decided.

As for this time...

Let's coax first.

Messed thoughts flashed by, Wen Yuran held the steering wheel and drove the car towards his home.

Soon, get home.

Ning An followed her to the elevator.

On the elevator, Ning An lightly touched Wen Yuran's hand, and a cold touch came over him. Wen Yuran almost subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but she forcibly restrained it.

If you avoid it again, the little girl will definitely feel uncomfortable again.

So Wen Yuran remained still, letting the little girl hook her fingers.

It was a bit cold and scary at first, but I gradually got used to the temperature and felt nothing.

The slight sense of fear gradually dissipated.

Holding hands like this, knowing that there is someone by my side, makes people feel at ease inexplicably.

"Ding!"

The elevator opened.

Wen Yuran wanted to pull out his hand, but he did not.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with holding hands. Anyway, there is no need to look for a key for a fingerprint lock.

Let's do this first.

Wen Yuran didn't resist.

After entering the door, it was time to change shoes, and the little girl let go of her hand.

The palm of his hand was empty all of a sudden, and Wen Yuran was still inexplicably reluctant.

She suppressed the subtle discomfort, changed her shoes, and said to the little girl: "It's getting late, you can go there to take a shower first, and sleep in the guest room later."

The little girl remained silent, obviously dissatisfied with this arrangement.

Wen Yuran was afraid that he would be shaken, so he looked away, ignored the little girl, turned around and went to the bedroom to get a bath towel and pajamas.This is what the little girl used last time, and Wen Yuran never threw it away.

The little girl took it, lowered her head, and walked into the bathroom Wen Yuran was pointing at without saying a word.

Wen Yuran was afraid that the little girl would play tricks on not closing the door, so she also took her things and went to the bathroom of the master bedroom to take a bath.

But when Wen Yuran came out of the bathroom, the little girl was still washing.

The door of the bathroom is closed tightly, and the frosted glass reveals a piece of light.

Wen Yuran looked at the bathroom door, and unknown thoughts began to bubble up again.

I don't know what the little girl looks like wrapped in a bath towel...

Maybe there are white and tender shoulders, crystal water drops, moist eyes, bright lips, water drops meandering down the skin, sliding into...

Thoughts gradually diverged, and the thoughts could not be held back as soon as they popped out of the head. Beads were connected one by one, becoming more and more complete and richer. Wen Yuran almost wanted to draw a formed picture in his heart. Come.

Wen Yuran pressed his temples, forced his steps forward, left from the bathroom door, then walked into his bedroom, and closed the door firmly.

The work of closing the door took a lot of effort, as if to cut off the evil thoughts in my heart.

Forget it.

Forget it.

This kind of self-hypnosis is almost useless, the thoughts that should be taken are still coming up, Wen Yuran picked up the book on the bedside table, turned on the lamp and forced herself to read it, but when she looked at the white pages of the book, she could remember...

Wen Yuran closed the book with a snap.

"Wen Yuran?"

Outside the door, the sweet voice of the little girl came in, which scared Wen Yuran to the point where his fingertips trembled.

"I finished washing, the guest room is so quiet, it's really scary to sleep alone..." the little girl complained softly.

The door was unlocked and opened with a slight push.

The little girl stood at the door and looked at her, only wrapped in a bath towel.