Female supporting style is wrong

Ruan Ruan is not Ruan Ruan: "Yes."

An Lian didn't reply.

The conversation was normal, the system looked at the host who was really on vacation and didn't have any premonition of danger, and Ruan's mother called him to try on the skirt without any suspicion.

System: "..." It felt like the host was going to die.

By the time Ji Ge brought home the big and small bags, it was already evening.

It has been raining all day and it hasn't stopped yet.

Bright white raindrops splashed down, smearing mixed traces on the glass window, dragging out a long tail.

Ji Ge lowered his head and found the key to open the door. The lights in the house were not turned on, and the curtains seemed to be drawn by someone.

An Lian didn't seem to be there.

The girl had too many things in her hands, and it was inconvenient to turn on the light. She fumbled around, trying to put the things on the living room table before turning on the light.

The footsteps are approaching.

Ji Ge looked up: "An..."

She only had time to say a word.

The slender fingers grabbed her wrist fiercely, pulled it forward, and the cowhide bag fell to the ground.

The girl took a staggered step and fell into the boy's arms.

He is cold.

It seemed that she had been staying in some low-temperature place, the boy's embrace was not warm, the girl's chin hit her collarbone, and she let out a muffled groan.

An Lian didn't seem to feel the pain, she didn't even hum, and before Ji Ge could speak, her cold fingertips were already pressing on the small piece of skin under her chin, forcing her to raise her head with a slight force.

Immediately afterwards, the slightly cool lips fell down.

Ji Ge blinked his eyes.

The young man's lips were cold, soft, and as sweet as cotton candy. She raised her head blankly, and the young man bent down slightly, with his fingers on his waist, restricting her movements.

Breath intertwined, breath merged.

Like kissing a piece of fragrant, delicate petals, An Lian didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting her, even if she lost control, she restrained herself.

The slender and long eyelashes were lazily closed, covering the obscure eyes.

The fingertips slowly slid across the girl's cheeks, touching the delicate and smooth skin, and treated it with care, like a child who has never seen snow and saw the grand snow in the north for the first time.

In the next second, that handful of snow will melt into the air.

He sank soberly, and let go of the girl at the critical point.

The voice is slightly hoarse.

"elder sister."

Ji Ge didn't dare to struggle, because the plaster cast on An Lian's hand hadn't been removed, and the doctor told him to heal the injury for a whole month, and now it's only half of the time.

Holding her breath in her heart, she wanted to push An Lian away viciously, but she was afraid that he would be hurt again, so she asked sullenly, "Are you crazy?"

Compared to Ji Ge who cared about his injuries everywhere, An Lian was much more self-willed and didn't treat himself as a sick person at all.

Ji Ge wanted to beat him up.

The light was not turned on, and An Lian couldn't see how angry the person in his arms was, but he could vaguely imagine that he rubbed his fingertips, which seemed to still have a delicate and soft touch.

"Probably insane."

Ji Ge choked.

The boy spoke again.

The voice was soft like a dream, but Ji Ge was not allowed to escape, and it sounded clearly.

"Sister, I like you."

Ji Ge could no longer pretend to be stupid.

The young man's heart was open and direct, full of joy, and it was as fine and lingering as an invisible spider web, entangled and wrapped tightly when she was not paying attention, trying to possess her.

She is not really a fool, how could she not see it.

The girl inhaled slightly.

"Do we have to talk blindly?"

An Lian froze for a moment, she didn't seem to expect that Ji Ge cared about this, she obediently let her go, and went to turn on the light.