The whole world wants me to get divorced (MTL)

Chapter 18 Not reserved

On the way back, Wen Yan completely turned off the engine.

The little hooligan who had just pounced on him had used up the last bit of his energy, and now he was like a robot that had run out of battery, shutting down automatically.

Only the tips of the two ears were still red.

In fact, he had no intention of kissing Rong Xiao in the first place.

When Rong Xiao kissed his forehead, he was not surprised, but instead felt that it was indeed the case.

He should be content.

Rong Xiao was willing to take the initiative to kiss his forehead, which was enough intimacy.

But the scene was so dreamy, and Rong Xiao's emerald green eyes were as deep and gentle as emeralds, looking at him with indulgence, almost drowning him...

Then his body broke away from the control of his brain without authorization. When he reacted, his hands had already grabbed Rong Xiao's collar and his lips were pressed against Rong Xiao's lips.

Rong Xiao's lips are light in color and slightly thin, and you can't feel the heat when you kiss them. Instead, they have a slight coolness after the rain.

But that moment of touching, the soft contact of the four lips together, was enough to light a continuous fire in Wen Yan's heart, day and night.

He didn't dare to think about it in detail. When he thought about it, it was as if he had experienced it all over again. His heart was pounding, his blood pressure rose, and his breathing was short. He almost called 120 on the spot.

Wen Yan exhaled quietly, pushed the images out of his mind, and silently recited the multiplication formula in his mind. It took a lot of effort before his blood pressure dropped.

But he was a little unsure whether Rong Xiao was angry or not...

Wen Yan bit his nails sadly.

He was the one who made the decision when it came to the kiss, but Rong Xiao accepted it passively. To put it more seriously, this was his overbearing attitude.

As an overlord, it doesn't matter what he thinks about here. It depends on what Gong thinks.

He secretly glanced at Rong Xiao from the corner of his eye, carefully trying to read his inner thoughts from Rong Xiao's face.

But after observing for a while, he found that Rong Xiao was much calmer than him. He drove as usual, without even frowning. He couldn't be said to be happy, but he was definitely not angry either.

He didn't seem to care about the kiss just now, and what happened happened.

Wen Yan's heart pounded and his heart went cold, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

He took out a bottle of mineral water from the door slot and drank half of the bottle in one breath. He felt that the restlessness in his heart was almost extinguished.

He was too busy worrying about whether Rong Xiao would be angry, but he never thought that this kiss might not be worth mentioning to Rong Xiao.

It was his first kiss and first love. The young man was immediately moved and filled with enthusiasm. Even when they touched their lips, they felt that they had no regrets in this life.

But Rong Xiao has lived for more than 10,000 years, and has such an attractive appearance. His ex may only fill up the valley just now. In Rong Xiao's view, his reckless sentiments may Not even an hors d'oeuvres.

The more Wen Yan thought about it, the more it made sense. He drank half the bottle of mineral water without realizing it, and his uneasiness and excitement disappeared together.

He leaned against the car window, looking at the passing street lights outside the window, his eyes reflecting the lights outside.

Because it was getting late and there was no traffic jam on the road, they quickly returned to Rong Xiao's mansion. The housekeeper was preparing tomorrow's lunch in the house. Hearing a sound, he walked to the entrance and smiled at Wen Yan. Welcome, "The young master is back."

Wen Yan responded, changed into slippers and walked into the room, only to find that Rong Xiao did not come in.

Rong Xiao looked at him and said calmly, "You go in first, I will sit in the courtyard for a while."

Wen Yan didn't say anything more, turned around and entered the house, chatted with the housekeeper for a few words, and then went upstairs.

It wasn't until Wen Yan disappeared from sight that Rong Xiao sat down on a chair in the courtyard.

He lit a cigarette, and the faint smell of mint filled the air.

This tobacco is added with the dried powder of a plant unique to the demon world, which has an extremely strong refreshing effect.

But Rong Xiao smoked three cigarettes in a row. Not only was his mind not clear, it was even more confused.

He was not at all as calm as he seemed.

Ever since Wen Yan kissed him, his soul seemed to have been split in half. One half was calm and calm, talking to Wen Yan calmly, pretending that nothing happened, while the other half was banging against the wall.

Now that Wen Yan has returned to the house, the two halves of his soul have finally come together, but they still haven't returned to normal.

Rong Xiao smoked expressionlessly while mentally criticizing Wen Yan's behavior.

frivolous!

Not reserved at all!

He is already a relative at such a young age, and there is no telling what he will do if he is allowed to grow up for another two years. He will be more terrifying than a ferocious beast.

Human society is indeed much more complicated than the monster world.

I don't know if Wen Yan had practiced with others before kissing him.

The more Rong Xiao thought about it, the darker his face became.

It's very much like a grieving feudal parent reflecting on what went wrong with his children's education.

But after all, his criticism was like tissue paper soaked in water. It collapsed and melted in pieces after a while.

The hidden selfishness underneath was revealed.

Rong Xiao's eyes were fixed on the flowers and plants in the yard, but the lips that Wen Yan had just kissed slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

So soft, so red, like a ripe cherry, sweet juice will flow out when sucked gently.

When Wen Yan's lips touched, he could clearly avoid it.

He is a long-lived demon who can even catch the slightest sound of wind in the air on the battlefield. How could he not be able to escape the hands of a young human being?

But he didn't move.

He just stood there, seemingly passively accepting the kiss.

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