The wind blushes with cold to Tang Ye's handsome features. I really don't know how he can say such words.

In her impression, Tang Ye is not like this.

His whole body is full of a strong self-restraint temperament, that temperament makes him look particularly clean, no cannibal fireworks.

How can such a person say such a thing?

But he did.

These words refresh Feng Yihan's understanding of Tang Ye.

She stood in the corridor, forgetting to respond, forgetting to open her mouth. She could only look at him in this way. Her eyes were not smooth.

The bright light shines down on the clean little face with cold wind. The delicate and white little face gives people a kind of unreal illusion.

Tang Ye's eyes are so deep that he can't move them. For a moment, he forgets his reaction.

The two people's eyes are opposite, and time seems to be fixed at this moment.

The men also moved closer.

The wind revives with cold and looks at Tang Ye stupidly.

"What's the matter?" The man approached her, blurted out the words of the moment, also returned to God, but the slender beautiful big hand still can't help but gently stroked the girl's face, light voice asked: "don't you want me to send you?"

"Of course not." The wind with cold is touched by the man's finger abdomen skin, the face is also red, the whole body up and down in that moment is frozen.

So that goose bumps in this moment also up, she lowered her head, unable to restrain the heart palpitation at this moment.

"I don't want to. I just think that you will make Li Chu laugh at me." The wind is cold, eyes are drooping, long eyelashes are shaking, and the voice is getting lower and lower. It's very embarrassed. "I thought you didn't want her to know about our relationship."

"Our relationship?" The man was slightly hoarse.

"Aren't we friends and girlfriends?" Feng Yihan immediately raised his eyes and thought to himself that if he asked himself like this, he didn't want to admit that the relationship between two people is just the relationship between man and woman?

He looks at Tang Ye with suspicious eyes, and Tang Ye is a little funny.

After silence, Tang Ye said with a smile, "of course."

The wind was relieved by the cold. He thought he didn't want to admit it. It was not.

Looks like she's sensitive again.

She dropped her head again and was silent for a moment.

Man's hand, also fell on her beautiful delicate face, gently rubbed.

The wind shrank with cold, and the voice trembled a little. "No!"

"Afraid of me?" The man's tone is also a little hoarse, the hand touching her face also becomes hot.

Wind to cold heart a tight, long eyelashes light tremble, want to shake his head, but did not expect to make a response to the action is actually nodding.

Tang Ye is also slightly a Zheng, "really afraid of me?"

Feng Yihan nodded when he realized his reaction. He turned red and shook his head.

"No She was eager to explain, but her words stammered. This was the first time that the wind was so nervous that she couldn't speak clearly.

Tang Ye wants to draw back his hand, but Feng Yihan is afraid that he may misunderstand himself, so he immediately reaches for Tang Ye's hand.

Her palms are full of sweat, moistening the back of the man's hands.

The man was stunned and suddenly began to laugh.

"It seems that I'm putting a lot of pressure on you." Tang Ye sighs.

"It's not." Feng Yihan doesn't know how to explain it. He just wants Tang Ye to know that he is not afraid of him.

I'm just afraid that he doesn't like himself and that his intentions will go to waste.

The man looks at the girl's tense incoherent appearance, only feels funny and palpitating.

His eyes once again deepened a lot, more a hot fire, has been burning up.

He took a deep breath, looked around, took a grip on the cold hand of the wind, and took her in a direction.

Wind to cold unknown, so, now head or muddle, don't know what happened, can only let the man so tightly grasp his hand, toward the other side.

She doesn't know what Tang Ye is going to do with himself. She just thinks that this kind of Tang Ye is beyond her imagination.

Such a Tang Ye makes her like and happy.

She felt that wherever he took himself, as long as he was there, he could go.

Tang Ye strides forward, followed by the cold wind, and they come to the end of the hotel corridor.

Tang Ye did not take the wind to the elevator, but took her into the door of the safe passage.

Twist the door handle, after entering, it turned out to be the stairs.

When they go in, Tang Ye looks at the roof for the first time. There is no camera.

His eyes flashed, he pulled the wind in with cold, and the door was locked with a snap.

Feng YILENG, looking up at Tang Ye subconsciously, is a little confused.However, the man suddenly bowed his head to kiss down.

There was no sign at all, so it was easy to seal the cold lips of the wind and block the little girl's breathing.

This kind of Tang Ye, let the wind to cold again shocked.

She has no way to connect the man who is so tough to herself with Tang Ye, who is almost in love with him.

Tang Ye presses her on the door panel, hooks the girl's waist with one hand, and holds her shoulder with the other hand, no longer restraining himself.

In such a secluded space, the light suddenly went out.

In the dark.

The breathing sounds of the two people came one after another and became louder and louder.

It seems that in the dark, people's courage has become particularly big.

Feng Yihan was shocked at the beginning. When he reacted, he boldly attached to Tang Ye and gave him all the trust.

Of course, there are all the responses.

She is cooperative.

Until Tang Ye felt that he had tasted the most delicious dessert, he let go of the cold and whispered in her ear, "are you still afraid of me?"

Wind to cold voice dyed a touch of tempting hoarse: "not afraid."

Tang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly. He couldn't see the girl's face in the dark, but he could hear each other's breathing clearly.

The wind is still cold. It's stuck in Tang Ye's arms. The heart beat of a man is like a drum. It's so clear.

It turns out that Tang Ye's heart beats like a drum, just like himself.

She thought that only her heart beat so fast.

The wind to cold also dare not move, so, two people in the dark, embrace together.

She can feel the temperature of the man, very hot, like a big heater.

"Li Chu is OK. You don't have to worry about her."

In the dark, he talks again and finally gets to the point.

"Well." The wind answered with cold, still a little worried. "But Li Chu seems to have cried. She shouldn't be the kind of girl who can cry."

"It's OK. She cries a lot." Tang Ye said.

"Ah?" The wind with cold surprised low call a: "really?"

"Of course." Tang Ye hugged her and comforted her: "you don't have to worry about her. She will do her own thing well. But you need to study hard. Study is very important. We can be together in the future if we are admitted to a good university."

The wind with cold pursed lips, hear him say later together, in the heart is very happy.

"Well." She nods and hugs Tang Ye.

Being hugged tightly, Tang Ye's body becomes stiff, and his breathing increases a little.

He looked down for the little girl's lips and wanted to continue to ask for another kiss.

The wind is cold and breathless. "Do you still want to kiss me?"

"Well, I still want to." Tang Ye doesn't evade it. He announces it directly in his mouth. His voice is low and magnetic, with provocative ambiguity. "Here you are?"

Speaking, the breath is sprayed on the lips and cheeks of the cold wind, itching, making people excited.

Her hand encircles Tang Ye's neck, slightly tightens, stands on tiptoe, and takes the initiative to find his lips, close to them and stick them on.

This time, the wind dominated by cold, she was very brave.

Her feelings for Tang Ye have always been so strong, and every breath shows her attachment to Tang Ye.