Freya put down what was in her hand, turned around, and put her arms around Ryanâs waist, âThereâs no way, if you live here all the time, you always⦠like this, we will be discovered it soon.â
âWhat?â
Ryanâs muffled voice came from her neck.
Freya blushed, âThatâs it, like it is now. Every morning you find an excuse to let me go to your place or you come here after get off work at night, someone will find out soon. Somethingâs wrong, I moved out and no one is watching us all the time, so itâs more convenient to go out on a date.â
Ryan stared at her for a while and sighed, âBut I often have to work overtime and sometimes I didnât come back from get off work and my dad would know that he went out frequently, they would find clues.â
âwhat?â
Freya blinked, âThen what should I do, who asked you to do things with your father?â
âWell, I donât want it anymore but I wonât be able to transfer for a while.â Ryan showed a bitter face.
Freya leaned in Ryanâs arms for a while and sighed, âForget it, donât be ignorant of your blessings. How many people outside envy you?â
âWhatâs there to envy, envy me working overtime? Envy me not being able to accompany my girlfriend?
Envy me when I miss my girlfriend..?â
Ryan said and took a bite on the tip of Freyaâs left ear and said in a low voice that couldnât be lower:
âWhen you think about what you want at night and want to die, you can only rely on yourself.â
âboomâ
It was as if fireworks exploded in Freyaâs mind.
She was flushed with shame but didnât know what to do. She could only squeeze his waist hard but after pinching for a long time, she found that there was no fat on Ryanâs waist but she didnât squeeze it.
âIâm in good shape.â Ryan lowered his head and touched her smooth little face with the tip of her nose, with a hint of pride in her tone.
When Ryan mentioned the figure, Freya remembered the thin waist as she witnessed when he woke up in the morning a few days ago.
So he couldnât help ripping his shirt out of his trousers, lifted it up and touched the thick abdominal muscles with his hands.
Ryanâs body tightened and suddenly his strong arms carried her directly to the desk. He unbuttoned all the buttons himself, âLetâs take a closer look.â
âIâm not interested anymore.â
Freyaâs heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She turned around and wanted to slip away but Ryan pulled her into his arms again with one hand and then lowered her head and kissed her lips domineeringly.
In the quiet study room, her clothes were neat but his shirt had opened. This scene made Freyaâs hot hands have nowhere to rest.
After a while, when she couldnât breathe after being kissed, she had to put her hand on his chest, âOkay, fasten your buttons, donât catch a cold.â
âCome here.â Ryan looked down at her hands motionlessly with an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, âIâm looking at you, no woman has buttoned me yet.â
A low voice, full of lethality.
âDid your mother deduct it for you?â Freya raised her eyebrows.
Ryan coughed softly and laughed lightly, âHow old are you? When you grow up, no woman has ever buckled.â
âWhat a coincidence. Itâs the first time Iâve buttoned someone else.â Freya said not to be outdone.
Ryan pursed her handsome thin lips and said nothing, and stared at her with a quiet smile, as there was a lot of affection in it.
Ryan stared at her and a wave of heat rushed to his forehead.
In the end, Freya gave in, lowered her head and seriously looked for the button and the symmetrical hole around her mouth.
She was really unfamiliar, a little clumsy, and buckled one grain at a time for a long time.
After the buttoning, Ryan hugged her waist and kissed her again with a vague confession between her lips and teeth, âOh, I love you.â
Freyaâs body was numb. She didnât understand. She just buttoned a button, why was he so excited.
But being held by him like this and saying love, her blood boiled with ease.
Kissing and kissing, the neck was cold and Freya felt as something was hanging on neck.