C19 Are You Playing Cat I'm Hitting Moe 18

Soup Dumplings: I could smell the sour smell of love.

Su Yao suddenly came back to his senses. He pushed Qin Yuan away, "Indirect kiss your ass. Can't you be more serious?"

"Since you didn't think that way, then why were you so agitated just now?"

"How am I excited? I was clearly looking down on you, okay?" Su Yao immediately retorted.

Qin Yuan answered very perfunctorily, "Oh."

Su Yao: "..."

What's your reaction?

You don't believe me?

"I'm not wasting my breath on you anymore, I'm starving to death."

Su Yao snatched the chopsticks from Qin Yuan's hands and was about to start eating when Qin Yuan suddenly pulled out a few bags of Dried Fish from somewhere and placed them in front of Su Yao as if he was performing a magic trick.

Su Yao raised his head and looked at him in shock, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you want to eat fish? The fish you ordered just now wasn't tasty, so why don't you eat the Dried Fish?"

Su Yao recalled the taste of the braised carp and his face instantly changed, "No, no need, I suddenly don't want to eat anymore."

Qin Yuan suddenly opened a bag of Dried Fish and took out a piece of Dried Fish and stuffed it into Su Yao's mouth.

Su Yao subconsciously chewed and suddenly felt that the Dried Fish's taste was pretty good.

Even if I, Su Yao, were to jump down from here, I wouldn't eat a Dried Fish like you even if I were to die … Un, it smells so good!

Aroma Warning #

No one can escape the word "sweet" #

"Aren't you being so willful so that I can feed it to you?" At this time, Qin Yuan said this.

When Su Yao heard this, he immediately choked, "Cough, cough, what nonsense are you talking about. Who asked you to feed me this? It was you who suddenly fed it to me, okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I was willing to feed you." Qin Yuan said as if he was coaxing a child, "Then Young Master, do you need me to feed you another Dried Fish?"

Su Yao: "... "Scram!"

I really want to scratch this wicked human to death.

"..."

The next day.

After packing up, Qin Yuan brought Su Yao out the door.

"Come up."

Qin Yuan patted the back seat of his bike, lightly stepping over the seat to stand on the ground as a support.

His expression was casual, the knuckles of his fingers on the handlebars sharp as fine china.

As he stood there, he unfurled a beautiful picture.

Some people seemed to have this kind of magic. Just by standing there, everything behind them became his background, his foil.

Su Yao stood blankly on the spot. His gaze was focused on Qin Yuan and he looked a little dazed.

Qin Yuan called him a few times before he came back to his senses.

"Although I know I look good, but if you don't want to be late, it's better for you to quickly sit up."

Su Yao felt that his ears were burning.

Qin Yuan paused for a second, then said lightly, "If you really want to see it, then go home tonight. You can look at it however you want."

Qin Yuan said in a serious manner.

He stood tall and straight, the buttons on his collar open, revealing a little bit of white skin underneath.

It really was … He really couldn't get away with it.

The morning breeze was cool, but Su Yao felt like he fell into a furnace.

He sat in the backseat of the car and pushed Qin Yuan's back, "Who wants to see you? Really!"

Qin Yuan's thin lips couldn't help but slightly bend, "Sit properly."

His clear voice came through the wind.