boom!

Something exploded in Duanmu Yawang's mind, her mind was blank, she couldn't think about anything, her eyes widened, and she looked at Gong Yulan's beautiful face close at hand in disbelief.

Forgot to breathe.

The lips of the two touched each other for a while, and Gong Yulan didn't even remove the lips.

Duanmu Yawang, who was not breathing, almost suffocated before regaining her senses, and then slammed Gong Yulan away, stretched out her hand to wipe her lips, and stared at him, "You, why are you kissing me?"

This is her first kiss in two lifetimes! !

Pushed away by Duanmu Yawang, Gong Yulan was a little unhappy. He frowned and looked at her: "Dear? Is this a kiss?"

"Don't pretend to be confused here!" Duanmu Yawang was furious, and pointed to Gong Yulan to stop his anger and said: "You are not a kid, don't tell me you don't even know what a kiss is?"

If he really doesn't know, how can he know how to act?

Or is he just doing this out of **** male instinct?

Male instinct?

Yeah, how could she forget this, no matter how lonely and elusive Gong Yulan is, he is a man!

How could she tolerate a man entering and leaving her room at will, and lying on the same bed with him at will?

"Get off for me!" Duanmu Yawang stretched out his leg to kick him. This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen a second time. "You will not be allowed to come into my room in the future, let alone this bed!"

Gong Yulan didn't know if he heard her words, let her kick it without moving, and was not angry. He frowned and meditated. He didn't know what he thought of, and raised his eyes and asked, "You just came back from Thousand-Year Bingyuan. What were those two people doing that day?"

It was the first time that Duanmu Yawang was so taken advantage of by others. He wanted to deal with it, but he couldn't even drive him away. He couldn't help being furious, and shouted at him in a loud voice: "I'm not the roundworm in your stomach, how do you know what you are talking about? Two people!"

"The day you just came back." Gong Yulan didn't understand why she was so angry, but it was much harder to say, "The couple of men and women stuck together."

Duanmu Yawang subconsciously thought of Nangong Youran and Duanmu Yingyue, and said without thinking: "You ask me what I do, if you want to know if you want to see the **** pictures for yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly burst, and somehow there was always a feeling of digging a hole to make himself jump. He turned his head abruptly to look at Gong Yulan, and brightened his rarely fluctuating purple eyes. "The Erotica?"

Duanmu Yawang only felt his scalp numb, swallowed the foam, and was about to speak. Gong Yulan didn't know what he thought of. His cold lips curled slightly and his smile was not obvious, but it was enough to make his beautiful face even more breathtaking. .

She looked dumbfounded.

Gong Yulan just liked her gaze watching him, her lips raised, and she reached out and grabbed her wrist. With a pull, she was dragged by him to sit on his lap in a daze.

Then, before Duanmu Yawang had time to react, Gong Yulanzhi's white and slender palms held her face, and then lowered his head, the extremely beautiful thin lips touched her pink lips.

It's just that the lips touch.

The movements are jerky and clumsy.

But his lips were extremely soft, and his breath was cold and pleasant. Duanmu Yawang's heartbeat missed a beat, his lips were so hot that he couldn't think about anything.

Gong Yulan's lips stayed on her for a while before moving away. When he looked at her unblinking black eyes, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly, and reached out to touch her eyelids, "Good-looking ."

Duanmu Yawang hit a sudden, staring at him with round eyes, "You, are you ill?"

She just woke up after a long sleep, how did she feel that Gong Yulan in front of her seemed to be a different person?

Gong Yulan looked serious, "I won't get sick."

"You are not a god, how could you not get sick?" Duanmu Yawang felt that she was going to be confused, remembering that she was still sitting in Gong Yulan's arms and struggling to get out.

Gong Yulan didn't care what she said, he cared more about her struggling movements. He doesn't let go, she is soft and small, and he likes to hug her like this.

"open!"

Duanmu Yawang was about to die of anger, "What do you mean?" When she woke up, she was not only up to the piano, but also held so ambiguously.

Gong Yulan only saw that she was angry because he hugged her, and his face sank.

"What kind of face are you showing to me? You are not the one who has been taken advantage of!" Duanmu Ya looked at him and became even more angry, and groaned and forcibly struggled out of his arms.

"So angry?" He looked at her with deep purple eyes.

"Nonsense!" Duanmu Yawang almost yelled at him. "If someone kisses you inexplicably, will you be angry?"

Gong Yulan's eyes were cold, "There is no such if."

Because no one can get close to him within three feet.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you!"

When I woke up early in the morning, the impact was a bit big. Duanmuya couldn't figure out why she came, and she didn't want to see Gong Yulan, so she could only get out of bed and put on clothes and shoes to freshen up.

And while she was doing these things, Gong Yulan kept staring at her without speaking.

Therefore, Duanmu Yawang was in a state of scalp tingling all morning.

In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore, and ran out of the room quickly, and then slumped to the room next to Song Yingying.

The child was crying, and Song Yingying had woke up. Now he just coaxed the child to fall asleep. He heard a knock on the door and opened the door. Then Duanmuya was hanging weakly on the door panel like a puddle of mud, frowning: "Duanmu Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"No." Duanmu Yawang shuffled, walked in feebly, and sat down at the table, lying on the table scratching his head and said with a irritable expression: "It's just that something happened too unexpectedly."

Song Yingying listened and asked, "What is so unexpected?"

"A word is hard to say." Duan Muya looked at it, sighed long, and muttered softly: "I really don't know what he is thinking about!"

"Huh?" Song Yingying didn't hear clearly.

"It's okay." Duanmu Yawang took a deep breath, pressed down the inexplicable restlessness in her heart, straightened up and said to Song Yingying: "Sister Yingying, are you accustomed to living?"

"Habit, very used." Song Yingying looked grateful when he mentioned this, "Housekeeper Liu and the people who served him were very polite and attentive. Thanks to you, Miss Duanmu, if it weren't for you, the three of us, mother and son, would have been dead. It's on the street."

"Don't talk about it." Duanmu Yawang glanced at the two children and smiled: "Sister Yingying, you don't want to call me Miss Duanmu, just call me Yawang."

Song Yingying hesitated for a while, because she had decided to stay in this life to repay Duanmu Yawang, and would serve her as a cow when her child was older.

Duan Muya saw her like this, and after a few words of persuasion, Song Yingying responded with a smile.