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Ye Zhiqiu was always stronger than Ami. She stretched out her hand and tore Ami off her body, biting her neck like a little tortoise, and pushed her back to the bed.
What are you doing?
Ye Zhiqiu was speechless for a moment, but the panic on her face was quickly suppressed because she saw Ami's eyelashes fluttering faster than her heartbeat.
Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath: "Ami, can you tell me everything Zhiqiu said to you that day?"
Many days have passed. If Ami hadn't said some strange words from time to time, Ye Zhiqiu would have almost forgotten all about the drunkenness. She really had no impression at all. Later, she checked her phone and found that there were only some messy photos in it.
Except for the fact that Ami is holding on to the quilt tightly and looking a little strange in the photo, her own shot is very blurry and nothing special.
Ye Zhiqiu doesn't remember what he said, but Ami remembers it very clearly. Her memory is very good, especially because she can't see, it is easy to form the first impression of language, so she can really remember it clearly. Repeat the bad ones.
"Zhiqiu, are you angry?" Ami twisted her body, Zhiqiu pressed her so tightly that she couldn't move even if she wanted to.
Ye Zhiqiu then relaxed his grip and tried to keep a friendly and gentle smile: "No, Ami didn't do anything wrong. But did those words Ami just said come from when Zhiqiu was drunk?"
Zhiqiu said it was not a wrong thing, so that¡¯s fine.
Ami relaxed and hummed, a little hesitant. Except for the occasional panic and unhappiness, her expression was always calm and she looked unusually peaceful. Finally, she hesitated and looked at Ye Zhiqiu: "Do you really want me to repeat it to you?"
"Um¡¡."
What¡¯s going on with the sudden feeling of disgust in Ami¡¯s expression?
Ye Zhiqiu let go of Ami, sat upright, and became serious, but his tone was as gentle as ever: "When I drink too much, I may say some strange things."
Ye Zhiqiu, who had already heard a rough idea from Ami, could now imagine how bad those words were.
Especially in the past few days, Ye Zhiqiu found that every time she got a little closer to Ami, or the movements of her hands seemed a little more intimate, Ami would suddenly show a heroic expression.
For example, before biting her neck just now, her little brows were furrowed.
Looking back this way, the way Ami looked at that time was clearly like saying Zhiqiu, please kill me, you are not afraid of killing me
Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath: "What I say when I'm drunk is unconscious. It doesn't mean what I think in my heart. Even what a drunk person says is not true. It's all lies. You can forget it. "
Ami looked at Zhiqiu seriously, her eyes stopping on Zhiqiu¡¯s red ears several times.
"Then do I have to repeat it?"
Ye Zhiqiu nodded. Growing up, she had rarely been embarrassed. No matter how much trouble she made when she was drunk, she would just yell and do a lot of things that she didn't usually dosuch as humming off-key songs and posting them on Moments, or talking to friends. There are all kinds of insults in the circle.
Of course, there are also cases where she suddenly asks family members to pull rubber bands for her and make her jump rope
Ye Zhiqiu really didn¡¯t want to admit that it was she who spoke to Ami that night.
Ami pushed the quilt down: "Okay, I'll tell you."
Ami not only repeated the content, but also carefully learned Ye Zhiqiu's tone of voice. Now she looked like a naughty little sow in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes
"Here, Ami must remember to bite here next time. The artery, oh, the place where it jumps will definitely be very, very comfortable."
Ye Zhiqiu touched his forehead, where there was already some sweat.
"Mine is rounder and bigger. Ami's is too small. I've seen it before. Hehe, you haven't noticed it. Do you know why I always don't let you get close to me? Because every time you touch or kiss me, Yes, I just, hey, want to take off your clothes, hold your naked Ami, and warm yourself up."
"Here is the little mouth. Hey, I still remember that your little tongue is so soft"
alright.
enough.
Ye Zhiqiu covered her mouth tightly, stood up and turned her back to Ami. She was really out of breath. Finally, she walked out of the room and closed the door. After a while, she finally regained some consciousness in her blank mind.
She can tolerate that she likes Ami, can admit that she probably likes someone of the same sex, and even feels jealous for it.?My uncle. "
You have to ask him what happened in this competition. It was originally agreed that she would win with fake punches, but she was beaten badly. She is still a little confused and doesn't know what happened.
Wen Wen turned his head and glanced at the little bald man who was still a little green on his face, his voice was cold and calm: "Do you know how rich I am?"
"I don't know." Fan Xiaozhu was a little confused and looked at Wen Wen.
Gentleness gives people a serious feeling, so serious that people will naturally think of two words, domineering.
Wen Wen said: "If your uncle lives to be a hundred years old, I can also ask someone to beat him until he dies naturally."
"But the last beating had already cost him half of his life. If a person like this lives to be a hundred years old, God is really blind." Wen Wen still stared ahead, calmly shaking off Fan Xiaozhu's uncle's unscrupulous ways of making money.
"If you want to fall into his hands like your father, I will send you back right now."
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