Xia Qian couldn’t stand this most: “Now, I want to know.”
Why is she so cute?
The childlike heart touched her ear, murmured softly, and her face turned red in an instant.
“Rogue.”
She pounded him hard, and Tong Xin smiled proudly:
“You must know.”
He turned around:
“Who wants to know this?”
“Who wants to know this?”
“Who do you think it should be?”
When did he become so perverted, and what he thinks about is the matter between men and women all day long.
Xia Qian’s face was like a burning fire, and she should really blush, after all, this was her first time in love.
Faced with such mature childlike innocence, Xia Qian is indeed a bit too simple, especially in some aspects.
“难道你找我就是因为这些？”
童心看着她，深情又宠溺：
“当然不是。”
“那是什么？”
童心得意的笑感觉很欠揍，他算是得逞之后的心里满足：
“因为我爱你。”
我爱你？
The first time he said this, she was simple and charming in front of her.
Xia Qian forgot to respond for a while, Tongxin asked:
“Why don’t you answer?”
“What do you reply?”
“Say I love me.”
“Don’t say.”
He pinched her waist gently, and Xia Qian felt pain:
“Don’t say?”
Her waist was the most sensitive, he knew, but she couldn’t say that sentence now:
“I won’t say it.”
Tongxin pinched again and tried a little harder:
“If you mess with me again, you’ll get angry.”
She was angry?
It seemed that it was not uncommon for her to get angry, but he was not afraid. He knew how to coax her, so he pinched her again.
Xia Qian beat him angrily:
“Are you sick?”
This woman never knows how to show weakness or act spoiled, but he likes it very much.
Tongxin raised the corner of her mouth:
“I won’t let you go if I don’t say it.”
If I don’t leave, I won’t leave. Xia Qian leaned on the sofa:
“Look at how you treat me?”
She really didn’t eat hard but didn’t eat softness, Tongxin could only give in:
“Don’t you love me?”
Don’t love? How canable? But why did she have the nerve to say it:
“I don’t know.”
Xia Qian was shy, but he insisted on listening:
“Then I’m sad.”
Why is he so childish?
“I don’t want to say, why are you forcing me?”
He knew how hard Xia Qian’s mouth was. He wouldn’t admit it every time he was wrong, but the more he did, the more he wanted her to admit it in person:
“If you love me, it’s not difficult.”
“It’s very difficult for me.”
“Then you just don’t love me.”
Xia Qian was mad at him:
“Tongxin, are you done?”
Seeing that she was so angry that she was about to reach the edge, Tongxin gently held her hand:
“I just want you.”
He could speak out with affectionate words, just like an old boat ticket, and could get on the boat at any time.
Not saying it does not mean that she doesn’t love it, and what he says does not mean that it is true.