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The soft fragrance and warm jade are in my arms, but Ai Yige has no mood to enjoy all this. As soon as he has a more concerned person in his heart, he is at best just a miss over a longing for Meng Xiaodie. Although he knows that everything has been turned upside down in Meng Xiaodie's heart, Ai Yige is not so despicable and takes the opportunity to take advantage of others to satisfy his beastly psychology.

However, the faint fragrance from Meng Xiaodie's body still drilled into his nose without restraint, and a strand of long hair rubbed against Ai Yige's nose, making Ai Yige's heart itchy, and the male characteristics of his body were slightly fluctuating.

"Switch off your phone, the faint light is even more scary." Meng Xiaodie's body no longer trembled. It was obviously Ai Yige's wide shoulders that gave her enough support.

Ai Yige obediently stuffed his phone back into his pocket, thinking to thank God in his heart, while touching his quietly raised object without any trace. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little resentful: What's the matter? I'm scared, but I'm still having such a bad idea.

"Are you doing well these years? I noticed you when you first entered the bar today. But I haven't seen you for so many years, and I'm a little afraid to recognize you. Looking at Peng Lianqing and Liu Tianshun, I felt that it was you, but I still didn't dare to recognize you, for fear that it would be embarrassing to recognize the wrong person. It was not until Peng Lianqing and the others said your name at the table next to me that I was sure that the person at the bar was you. If I hadn't recognized you, I'm afraid you wouldn't remember me at all, right?" Meng Xiaodie's words were slightly sour, probably because of her feeling that the passing of time and the little taste of Ai Yige would not care about her.

Ai Yige smiled, and his heart suddenly moved: "Do you still remember how we met back then?"

In the darkness, Meng Xiaodie's cheeks turned slightly red, and she couldn't help but reach out and pinched Ai Yige: "You still say that you three are all three demon kings in the world, and you are a little older and start to get into girls' bad thoughts."

Ai Yige was puzzled and wanted to know the answer more and more: "Hehe, I don't have one, I'm still quite a pure person." His words flashed a little, hoping that it could lead Meng Xiaodie to tell the past.

Meng Xiaodie burst into laughter: "You are the worst."

"I didn't do anything to you, right?" Ai Yige felt very wronged. In fact, he didn't even dare to chat with Meng Xiaodie back then. Even if his two bad friends encouraged her, during the six years of junior high school, he just pretended to pass by Meng Xiaodie's class door and secretly looked for Meng Xiaodie's pretty figure from the window. It was like a song called "Childhood": Why has the girl in the next class not passed by my window yet... she was as moved and as beautiful as she was.

"You didn't do anything to me, but I almost cried at that time. I waited for the bus at the station, and the three of you came over with their arms shaking like gangsters, with the words "bad guy" on their faces as if they were written on them."

"Then you dare to be friends with us?" Ai Yigo's curiosity was completely aroused, and he wanted to know the truth more and more.

Meng Xiaodie was a little silent and said softly, "That's not because... I don't know why. Although I saw you like bad boys who dropped out of school, I always felt a sense of intimacy, as if I was destined to make friends with you. When you asked me which class and which grade I was named, I told you everything without reservation. Then you said that Peng Lianqing liked me very much and wanted me to be his girlfriend, which made everyone in the entire station look at me. I still remember the contemptuous look."

Ai Yige opened his mouth wide. It turned out that this was the case in Meng Xiaodie's world? Not only did he not like this girl who had actually been in love with for ten years, he actually helped Peng Lianqing play the role of a matchmaker?

"Uh... Actually, the three of us had a good impression of you at that time, but Peng Lianqing first..." Ai Yige said stutteringly, feeling very unsure.

"Well, Peng Lianqing said so later, and said that you are the one among the three of them who are most interested in me..." When he said this, Meng Xiaodie had completely buried her entire face in Ai Yige's arms. Although it was pitch black all around, Ai Yige knew that this was Meng Xiaodie's extreme shyness.

The meaning of Meng Xiaodie's words is also very obvious. The second half of the sentence that is still unsatisfactory is obviously saying: It is because Peng Lianqing told her that Ai Yige actually has a good impression of her that she foolishly fell in love with Ai Yige, and she even still vaguely likes Ai Yige.

It is obviously impossible to say that Ai Yige is not irritated by the fragrant body in his arms. Ai Yige is not a saint, but he always had a thought in his heart that he already has a girlfriend. Even if Jin Kezhu doesn't recognize him now, even if Jin Kezhu acts like a stamina, he will always be the same as me. No matter how Jin Kezhu's behavior is, for Ai Yige, those more than three years of getting along has long been the most important part of his life. All the details are as clear as the lines on the wings of a butterfly, vividly remembering.

When I thought of Jin Kezhu, Ai Yige's heart seemed to have a clear stream injected into his heart. The head, which was a little dizzy by the virtual fire in his body, also became a little clearer.

Meng Xiaodie seemed to be completely unafraid, and even began to enjoy the time lying in Aiyige's arms, wishing that the elevator would be broken forever and that the hotel staff would come later. Being able to be hugged by Aiyige was a fantasy that Meng Xiaodie had when she first understood what was going on between men and women. Today, her dream finally came true. Even though she knew that the embrace was so illusory and forced, Meng Xiaodie was still like a moth that was flying into the fire, feeling a little desperate.

Listening to Ai Yige's thick man's voice in his ears, feeling the temperature of Ai Yige's body and the slight smell of sweat emitted from his body, Meng Xiaodie's eyes couldn't help but feel a little confused. A slim hand couldn't help but climbed up Ai Yige's neck and slid gently on Ai Yige's cheek.

Ai Yige suddenly felt a numb feeling coming from his face. The freshness of Qingming Festival was about to be dispersed by this gentleness in a blink of an eye. His arms couldn't help but hug Meng Xiaodie's delicate body tighter. The fingertips of his right hand walked around Meng Xiaodie's body, and he obviously felt that he touched a softer place.

She did not move away deliberately, nor did she go further. She just enjoyed the proud elasticity from the edge. While her fingertips gently stroked across, Meng Xiaodie also felt the heat from Ai Yige's body. She couldn't help but raise her head, slightly pouted her lips, slowly climbed up in the darkness, and actively searched for Ai Yige's lips.

Meng Xiaodie didn't need the sunshine at this moment. What she needed was just a little bit of rain and dew from Ai Yige...
Chapter completed!