Raising Wolves

Without drinking, Lu Qing felt that he was also a little drunk.

In this room that was covered with traces of his existence and was carefully collected and treasured by Ning Juan, who accompanied him through the three years of cold and empty space, he suddenly felt that something was broken in his mind, his lips moved, and he did not know What did you think about and what did you respond to?

It seemed to be just a vague answer, no clear agreement or refusal, but the negative meaning was even weaker.

The force that was holding him suddenly increased a lot, and immediately he was pressed against the shelf, and the clip shook. Ning Yan protected him with one arm, pinched his chin, with a slight alcohol smell. The hot kiss fell.

Lu Qing was forced to taste Ning Juan's breath, frowning, almost breathless.

Ning Juan's eyes were full of smiles: "Huaixue, you didn't reject me, I'm so happy."

Lu Qingze pressed his fingers on the shelf behind him, his fingertips clenched white. Seeing how happy Ning Juan was, he thought dizzily: It's just that he didn't refuse... He didn't agree immediately.

But another voice in his heart answered him: because you no longer refuse.

The red line of alertness in his heart silently dropped another level.