monopolize her

Ning An smiled at Wen Yuran, and there was a delicate and moving light in his eyes, which was a little dazzling.

— let's go home.

Ning An silently read this sentence several times in his heart and chewed it over and over again.

She thought, no matter what happened in the future, she would remember Wen Yuran's words, and treasure them to the bottom of her heart like a treasure.

There was silence in the car.

Wen Yuran could vaguely see that the little girl was in a strange mood, not sad, but sinking into some memories.

No matter how you try to hide it, death is not a pleasant thing after all.Wen Yuran thought.

Wen Yuran cared about the little girl's mood, didn't ask questions or say anything, but quietly started the car and drove towards home.

Got home.

The little girl made dinner, while Wen Yuran sat on the sofa and read a book. After eating, the little girl kept her head down and didn't speak much, as if she was immersed in some kind of emotion.

After taking a shower, Wen Yuran couldn't bear it anymore.

"Are you okay?" Wen Yuran asked her worriedly.

"Something happened."

"What's wrong?" Wen Yuran frowned.

Ning An raised his head, looked into Wen Yuran's eyes, was silent for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "I want to kiss."

Wen Yuran didn't react for a while.

Ning An continued: "I want to kiss. If you kiss me, I'll be fine."

Wen Yuran came to his senses this time, his heart beat twice quickly, and his earlobe was slightly red.

"Don't make trouble." Wen Yuran turned his eyes away.

"Oh." The little girl lowered her head again, her two braids drooping beside her head, looking extremely disappointed, "It's fine if you don't like it."

The little girl's voice was very soft, as if she had made a mistake, and there was a trace of aggrieved and pitiful.

Wen Yuran's earlobes turned even redder.

"...No." Wen Yuran stared at the white wall, as if there was some attractive story on that wall, and he didn't dare to look into the little girl's eyes at all.

"That means you can kiss."

The little girl's voice suddenly came closer, and it was close to her ear.

Wen Yuran felt flustered and irritable for a while, took a deep breath and said, "It's not... um..."

Then there was a soft touch on the lips.

"Um...you...um..." Wen Yuran wanted to break away, but just after he said a word, his lips were sealed again.

There were two soft and cold arms wrapped around her neck, imprisoning her in place and blocking her way of escape.

Wen Yuran felt a little annoyed, why she was always being fooled by a 19-year-old girl, and it was too embarrassing to say it.

The little girl kissed very gently, as if she was holding a fragile object, which would break if it was touched with a little force.

This feeling of being cherished makes Wen Yuran addicted to it, tender and gentle, like sinking into a puddle of water, sinking unconsciously, forgetting to struggle, dizzy.

Before I knew it, I kissed from the chair to the sofa.

Wen Yuran was still dizzy until his back was pressed against the leather surface of the sofa.

The little girl is so light, there is no weight at all.

Before she could think about it, Wen Yuran only felt an itchy earlobe like an electric shock, which was icy cold, as if the tip of the little girl's tongue was licking gently.

Wen Yuran was so excited that he shuddered, and turned his head, trying to avoid it, but the cold itching on the earlobes still couldn't dissipate, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

In fact, the feeling is not bad, it seems that there is nothing to hide.

Gradually, I don't want to hide anymore.

Wen Yuran clearly heard the sound of his heart beating, one after another, the speed was a little fast, the rhythm was not stable, and it was out of control together with the messy thoughts in his brain.

Then the itching moved down the neck.

move down.

The buttons on the neckline seemed to be unbuttoned, and the skin on the front of the neck was exposed to the air and felt cold.

The atmosphere became more and more charming and ambiguous, the brain became more and more chaotic, and the heartbeat became faster and faster.

She heard the little girl whispering in her ear.

"Wen Yuran..."

"Wen Yuran, you won't leave me behind, will you?"

"right?"

"right……"

The phrase "isn't that right" kept echoing in my ears, one sound overshadowing the other, and gradually only the illusory syllables beside auditory hallucinations remained.

Wen Yuran closed his eyes, his vision sank into the damp darkness.

Afterwards, Wen Yuran lay on the sofa, motionless.

The little girl sat on the edge of the sofa.

As soon as Wen Yuran raised his head, he could see the little girl's black hair, soft and thick.

"Ning'an."

"Ok?"

"what do you like about me?"

The tone of Wen Yuran's question was natural and flat, as if it was just an innocuous remark of Shi Shi after the event.

But she has been wanting to ask this question for a long time, or rather, she has asked the little girl many times, but the little girl has never given her a positive answer.

Wen Yuran was very concerned about this question.

In her previous memory, there was no such thing as a little girl.The little girl seemed to appear suddenly, her obsession and liking were groundless and had no source.

"I just like it." The little girl agreed gently.

"There must be a reason." Wen Yuran lazily sat on the sofa, staring at the bright lights on the ceiling, his eyes gradually lost focus, and seemed to be in a daze, but in fact, the nerves in his mind were tense, and he was concentrating on it Waiting patiently for an answer from the little girl.

"Because you helped me." The little girl replied.

Wen Yuran had heard and guessed this answer several times, but she always felt that this answer was too pale.

Wen Yuran had a complete childhood and received a complete family education.She couldn't imagine a mature person falling in love with a stranger just because of a favor.

What's more, the so-called help is just a little effort in my eyes.

Wen Yuran didn't ask any more questions.

The next day, Wen Yuran decided to go back to Wen's house.

She hadn't been back for some days, Ye Qinmian was very happy to see her, talked a lot, and then went around.Somehow, it got around to Tian Xiaoxin.

"Ran Ran, have you been in touch with Tian Xiaoxin during this time?" Ye Qinmian made a dish for her.

"I have contacted her. She will return to China in a few days. I will treat her to dinner then." Wen Yuran replied indifferently.

"Oh..." Ye Qinmian let out a long sigh. There seemed to be many complicated emotions in this long sigh, and Wen Yuran couldn't quite hear it.

The dinner table was quiet for a while, and Ye Qinmian spoke again.

"Ran Ran, is there something wrong with your relationship with Tian Xiaoxin?"

Wen Yuran looked up and frowned slightly: "What's the problem?"

"I heard someone from your company say that you are very close to a female college student...Ran Ran, I don't mean to interfere with your private life, but don't do things that disappoint others. Feng Shui takes turns, and people still have to be worthy of themselves conscience……"

Wen Yuran was a little confused, after a while, she almost straightened out Ye Qinmian's logic.

Does Ye Qinmian feel that she has failed Tian Xiaoxin?

Wen Yuran found it a little funny, and patiently explained: "I and Tian Xiaoxin are very clean, it doesn't matter."

"Then... about the female college student..." Ye Qinmian asked hesitantly, while carefully observing Wen Yuran's expression.

Wen Yuran didn't answer right away.

She lowered her head and casually picked up two dishes, carefully thinking about the wording in her mind.

In fact, as long as you tell a smooth lie, you can fool it.Wen Yuran has always been well versed in this way.

But for some reason, Wen Yuran felt inexplicably unable to speak, the lie was stuck in his throat, tied by a force, it seemed that if he lied, he failed the little girl.

Silence spread, and Ye Qinmian's eyes became more and more suspicious.

In the end, Wen Yuran loosened his brows and said calmly, "I live with a female college student."

"You!" Ye Qinmian was anxious, "I know I don't care about you, but... you didn't play games before, why are you playing with this thing now?"

Wen Yuran said, "I didn't play."

"Are you not playing?" Ye Qinmian put down his chopsticks and looked into her eyes seriously.

Wen Yuran looked back frankly: "I never play."

Ye Qinmian carefully pondered Wen Yuran's expression for a long time, but couldn't figure out anything.Wen Yuran's eyes were light and natural, without any guilt or concealment.

In this way, Ye Qinmian believed it a little, and felt relieved.

"Since it's serious, let's take it home and have a look." Ye Qinmian's expression softened a lot.

The author has something to say: Little angels should feel it~

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