433 Reality (6)

The breath of her speaking, intertwined with his breath, formed a sense of blurred seduction.

But he still had the same expression.

Looking down at her indifferently and condescendingly.

Only his hand supporting the wall clasped the wall hard.

His eyes darkened a bit.

Bai Weiwei was a little hairy when he saw it, and knocked on the system, "Is the excitement level high?"

The system held the net with a blank expression, "No, I've never seen a person who can maintain the same level of excitement and then not fluctuate. It's not like a human, it's like a machine."

Bai Weiwei: "...I also think he looks like a robot."

I used to feel that it was a little ups and downs now.

Also very abnormal.

Bai Weiwei is a little gloomy, what is the robot strategy, online, etc., anxious.

She thought for a while, then tried to reach out and hug his waist softly,

The man's waist is surprisingly strong, and because he is wearing a suit, he is not sure if he has any fat.

Bai Weiwei squeezed instinctively, hard.

Ye Yuxuan stiffened in the same position, but his breathing became heavier, as if he was holding back something.

Obviously the excitement should rise, Bai Weiwei thought blankly.

Or should we go further?

Bravely, she hugged his waist with her fingers, rubbing her whole body into his arms cheekily, leaning her face against his chest, and forced a smile.

"I really like you, otherwise why would I kiss you and hug you?"

With so many planes, she has already become a super old driver, hugging her whenever she says hug, kissing her whenever she says kiss, without being soft-spoken.

Ye Yuxuan was extremely silent.

Suddenly she felt that the man she was holding relaxed, and seemed to accept her fate.

Then a series of life value reminders came.

[Forty-two days of health remaining, forty-three days, forty-four...]

Bai Weiwei can't wait to turn into a big octopus all-purpose glue and stick to him fiercely.

Life ATM, holding it for one minute is more rewarding than working on ten planes.

[Forty-seven days, fifty-five days...]

How come there is no transition in fifty-five days?

Bai Weiwei was shocked by the increase, and then didn't wait for her to figure it out.

She was pushed away by Ye Yuxuan, her hands were clasped by him with one hand, and she held her head above her head.

Bai Weiwei looked up and saw that his pair of black eyes were terrifyingly heavy, a kind of cold sharpness that chose people and devoured them.

"Are you dreaming?"

Bai Weiwei is at a loss, dreaming?

His voice was also low, "I don't like dreams, you like..."

what do you like?

Just as Bai Weiwei was about to ask, he squeezed her wrists tightly, making her struggle.

His other hand clasped her chin hard, leaned down, and said coldly with thin lips, "In the future, don't like anyone, just look at me."

This sentence is cold and domineering.

The men in those dreams can have her love.

He only felt a strange and tearing discomfort surging up in his chest.

Maybe jealousy, maybe it is.

It was an emotion he had never experienced anyway that made him ugly and impulsive.

For the first time, Bai Weiwei wanted to avoid a man's gaze, cold and restrained, and it was like crouching in some terrifying darkness, which made people feel fearful instinctively.

She couldn't step back, so she turned her face to the side, the arc of her neck was fragile and pale, with a few traces of passive resistance that was difficult to detect.

Ye Yuxuan only felt that the string in his heart was broken.

He abruptly released his hand from her chin.

Bai Weiwei didn't hear the rise in excitement, and he also held her hand without any reaction.

She glanced at him tentatively and hesitantly.