“What did you say?” Perhaps Yin Yihan’s voice was too light. Jing Qiuci didn’t hear it clearly for a while, but happened to do the action that Yin Yihan wanted. He lowered his head slightly, wanting to listen more carefully.
But
Not low enough
“Qiuci, lower your head a little.” Yin Yihan amplified some of his voice, repeated it again, thought for a moment, overturned, “No, you should take a stool and sit over.”
Jing Qiuci thought that Yin Yihan probably felt that it was too tiring to talk to him like this. She nodded, took the stool from the side, and sat next to him.
“Now lower your head.” Yin Yihan’s lips curled up slightly.
Jing Qiuci didn’t notice anything wrong at all. He followed Yin Yihan’s words and lowered his head a little, “Is this OK? What are you doing?”
“Suddenly, I want to kiss you.” Yin Yihan said this, and finally got a blushing Jing Qiuci, satisfied.
And he is injured now. Even if Jing Qiuci is dissatisfied, he cannot do anything to him at all.
“Then what do you want me to do?” Although Jing Qiuci’s face turned red with incompetent attitude, his mouth was still very vigorous, and he was not furious at all because of Yin Yihan’s intentional teasing.
“Then lower your head a little bit, oh, oh, I just need to move a little and touch the muscles on my back, and my skin will hurt very much.” Yin Yihan tried to move, and then looked exaggerated and painful.
“Hey, don’t move.” Although I knew that this person might have said this on purpose, Jing Qiuci still held it back, and the pain was certain.
“If I don’t move, Qiuci, you have to take the initiative.” Yin Yihan looked at him innocently, his eyes shining with a loyal dog.