"Maybe it's because the hero mistook you for the heroine tonight, and they were just holding hands." The system comforted her.
Qin Yunye's hands were a little rougher than girls' hands, with distinct finger bones and strong knuckles. He held Yu Huan's hand, which was hot and unfamiliar, a delicate touch that made people blush and heartbeat.
Yu Huan tried to hold back her anger, thinking that when the male protagonist woke up tomorrow morning, he would definitely want to kill her and blame her for ruining his masculine ethics.
However, the person involved is not making things easy for her at this stage.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Qin Yunye looked down at her, his chin almost brushing her cheek, and his lazy and low voice sounded almost next to her ear.
Yu Huan's mind was full of how tomorrow would end.
Qin Yunye looked at the little girl whose whole body was covered with the word "nervous" and chuckled: "Are you shy?"
Since Yu Huan didn't look at him, he gently twisted her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.
The little girl's expression of deep resentment and bitterness inexplicably tickled Qin Yunye's funny bone. He sighed softly, "It's always like this, her courage fluctuating."
One moment he can chase you and confess his love to you passionately, and the next moment he becomes so timid and shy as if he doesn't even know you.
Before Yu Huan could come to his senses, Qin Yunye's handsome face with a smile suddenly appeared before him.
Then, the lips were kissed.
The close contact allowed one to smell the other's scent, a cold and austere aura that was originally unattainable, but now slowly warmed by the friction.
Yu Huan was surprised and wanted to say something, but someone took advantage of her opportunity to probe deeper, blocking her from speaking.
The heat on my face kept rising, and my head felt dizzy. I wanted to push it away, but I was trapped in an unprecedented tingling and sweet sensation, and couldn't find a way out.
Qin Yunye was very considerate of the little girl's feelings, and his movements were very slow, gentle and affectionate.
However, Yu Huan's face kept getting redder and redder.
As soon as she moved her hand, it was held tightly by the other person's palm. It seemed to be simply intimate, and seemed to be intended to comfort her. He stroked from her wrist to her fingers, inch by inch, and finally squeezed into the gaps between her fingers, interlocking their fingers.
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