"Click!"
The car suddenly locked itself.
Mingdai's heart skipped a beat.
They went too far.
She calmed herself down for a few seconds before pretending to look at He Yaonian with a blank expression.
"Third Uncle, why are you locking the car doors?"
She just found the way He Yaonian was sending out danger signals amusing, and teasing him occasionally was quite fun.
Mingdai wanted to make amends.
"Actually, well..."
"You don't want to divorce Mo Tingchuan anymore?"
Mingdai: "?"
That's quite a leap in thinking.
He Yaonian slowly unbuckled his seatbelt. He didn't look at Mingdai, but his body moved unhurriedly over the partition towards Mingdai.
Mingdai was so frightened that she quickly pressed herself against the car window.
"Third Uncle, let's talk this out."
I should have known better than to tease He Yaonian.
Who knew he was so easily amused?
Mingdai felt bitter.
He Yaonian pressed one hand against the back of Mingdai's chair and the other hand pinched Mingdai's chin, not giving her a chance to dodge.
He Yaonian's entire upper body was almost suspended in front of Ming Dai.
He's tall, so he's not worried about straining his body.
On the contrary, they handled it with great ease.
Mingdai pressed her back tightly against the chair back, wishing she could rub a hole in it so she could crawl inside and hide.
"three……"
Where is my handkerchief?
Their faces were only a few centimeters apart, and when He Yaonian spoke, his breath could almost touch Ming Dai's face.
Mingdai's chest pounded violently, thumping loudly.
He Yaonian's face, when seen up close, could suffocate Mingdai.
Beauty can sometimes be a very powerful weapon.
Mingdai felt like she was being invaded.
He Yaonian pressed his body down.
Mingdai's eyes widened.
His pectoral muscles are very hard.
Through the thin shirt, the warmth of our skin was transmitted, and the air became subtly indescribable.
Mingdai blushed.
Teng became famous.
She dared not move, her body tense, like a puppet, like a sculpture.
"Um?"
He Yaonian moved his handsome face two centimeters closer.
That's enough! That's enough!
Mingdai was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Mingdai has never won against He Yaonian.
She was practically ready to surrender.
Where is it?
He Yaonian's voice was hoarse and his tone was very soft.
"Didn't you say you didn't remember?"
The atmosphere was so ambiguous that Mingdai dared not let her imagination run wild.
She closed her eyes and felt He Yaonian was very close to her.
My body is getting hotter and hotter.
They are the same.
Mingdai's breathing completely stopped.
"At home."
She dared not open her eyes, afraid of meeting He Yaonian's unfathomable and unfathomable gaze.
She knew very well that she couldn't hold out in those eyes for more than a few seconds.
It's not that she's useless.
It's He Yaonian who is simply irresistible.
"I just remembered."
Mingdai murmured softly, looking pitiful.
"Third Uncle, the handkerchief is in the closet in my apartment."
He Yaonian still hasn't left.
His warm, slender fingers pinched a strand of hair from Mingdai's forehead and gently twirled it between his fingertips.
In Mingdai's ears, He Yaonian's voice was hoarse beyond belief.
"What about Mo Tingchuan's?"
The hair was gently tugged, causing a slight pain that was negligible.
But how could Mingdai possibly ignore this at a time like this?
He Yaonian was clearly warning her.
"He never delivered it."
Mingdai admitted her mistake.
Mingdai surrendered.
Mingdai never dared to do it again.
“I remembered wrong before, he really never sent it.”
"Then whose handkerchief is in your drawer?"
"Third Uncle's."
My eyelids felt warm; it was He Yaonian's breath. Something gently brushed against my eyelashes.
Mingdai had no idea.
"Doesn't Third Uncle have a name?"
He Yao smiled young.
Mingdai's nose was scraped.
Mingdai shuddered.
He Yaonian asked, "Why aren't you answering?"
Mingdai froze, tense as never before.
A strange flame surged through her body, threatening to engulf her in flames at any moment.
Mingdai was both fearful and expectant.
She knew exactly what this meant.
Can't.
She has crossed the line.
She had previously accused He Yaonian of overstepping his bounds, half in anger and half indignation.
Actually, she was too indulgent.
She allowed He Yaonian to get closer and closer.
She gave He Yaonian such an opportunity to offend her.
But does she hate it?
No.
I can't dislike it at all.
Mingdai was in despair.
She has fallen into the terrible situation she was in three years ago.
Why does her mind always wander to this?
But when it comes to feelings, she really can't control them.
She can't control her heart rate, but she can always control her behavior.
Mingdai is very divided.
One moment I want to push them away, the next I want to pull them closer.
But no matter what, now is not a good time.
"He Yaonian".
Mingdai could feel He Yaonian staring at her intently.
His gaze always seemed to penetrate her skin and see into the depths of her soul.
"The handkerchief is He Yaonian's."
After Mingdai finished speaking, she opened her eyes and pushed He Yaonian's chest hard with both hands.
He Yaonian had anticipated this, and used her force to pull himself back into the driver's seat.
The air grew quiet.
Their breathing became slightly erratic.
A few minutes later, He Yaonian coughed lightly as if nothing had happened.
"Some people said you were crying your heart out while holding a handkerchief, saying you couldn't bear to divorce Mo Tingchuan."
Mingdai, who was still feeling a little embarrassed, immediately frowned upon hearing this.
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