Liner remembered that there were three tattoos of all sizes on him, the largest one was the rose on his heart, the smallest one was the cross on the inside of his wrist, and one was a weed with the same messy lines under his shoulder blades.

But without exception, these tattoo patterns look fragmented.

At that time, she asked Xie Yan: "Why do you get weed tattooed?"

Xie Yan bit the cigarette at that time, just smiled and didn't say anything.

It took a long time before she heard him say to herself, "Because sometimes I feel like a wild grass growing wildly in the wasteland."

The smell of smoke in the air has almost dissipated. After the balcony windows were closed, the temperature in the room began to slowly rise, but it was still very cold at night.

Worried that Xie Yan would catch a cold, Lin Er quickly withdrew his hand, gave him the sweatshirt he was holding in his other hand, and urged him: "Put it on, otherwise you will catch a cold."

Xie Yan lowered his eyes to her, and after a moment, he reached out to her.

But I didn't take the clothes.

The hand he stretched out directly over the clothes she handed over, clasped on her wrist, and then pulled her in his direction without warning.

The clothes instantly slid from Liner's fingers and fell on the soft carpet.

Silently.

Before Lin Er could react, he had already pinched his chin and was forced to raise his head.

A kiss with the smell of alcohol and tobacco.

It was obviously just a very ordinary kiss, but because of Xie Yan's not very gentle movements, it became a bit more lingering out of thin air.

From his kiss, Liner keenly sensed the anxiety he was pressing.

Just when he was distracted, Xie Yan's thin lips pressed down again, Lin Er's consciousness was quickly hooked away, and all the senses on his body were occupied by him.

Xie Yan held her head with one hand and hooked her waist with the other. The kiss with a hot breath spread from the corner of her lips to the end of her eyes little by little.

Liner thought in a daze that something seemed to be wrong.

But she couldn't do both at the same time, breathing, kissing and thinking about these three things. The Qingming Festival, who had just emerged, soon lost her armor and announced her surrender.

Until the end, Xie Yan hugged her and leaned against the sofa behind him, Lin Er's breathing was slowing down slightly, and then he realized all the things that were wrong just now.

When she was kissing, Xie Yan closed her eyes.

This is different from before.

When he kissed her, he always liked to look at her with his eyes hanging down, and his eye feathers fell slightly, making it difficult to hide his tenderness.

Liner was not as shameless as him. At first, she would reach out to cover his eyes, but she would not cover his eyes every time. Instead, he grabbed his wrist. As time went by, Liner broke the can and gave up.

Forget it, let him see it. She closed her eyes and pretended that she didn't see it.

But Xie Yan was not happy and insisted on letting her open it too

Just like the conversation between the two of them.

——"It's good if you are happy."

——"No, I must make you happy too."

If you change to this, that's the same sentence.

——You can open your eyes, I will close it.

——No, I must open it too.

Xie Yan is the dog here, and he doesn't force her. He has some ways to make her open her eyes willingly.

"Er, open your eyes and look at me." He would always whisper around her ear bones, "Be good, look at me."
Chapter completed!