This indifferent sentence seemed to be questioning her, and it made people snort uncomfortably.
It was cold and windy outside, but warm as spring inside.
Fragmented light swayed in the purple eyes, slightly reddish, and even the beautifully shaped collarbone was glowing crimson.
The girl stopped again, her breathing was a little messy, she looked at him dazedly, and tilted her head.
She was silent, and suddenly asked: "Are you going to cry?"
Feng Qing glanced at her flatly.
He raised his hand. The young man's slender fingers covered the cold purple pupils, and the corner of the snow-white shirt was lifted up, revealing a white waist, and the beautiful lines stretched out. His voice could not hear the emotion: "Do it for you."
Dumb and indifferent.
…
Although this is a small plane, strictly speaking, it is not the body of a god. But it doesn't matter.
At this moment, they are all real, truly possess and experience each other, and are inseparable.
The boy gently closed his eyes.
After a night of bewilderment, the whole body is full of ambiguous mess.
Yu Chu's consciousness gradually became clear. The morning light shone in her eyes, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover them.
But as soon as she raised her hand and regained consciousness, she felt that there was another person beside her.
She was holding the man's arm, leaning on his shoulder, her eyes were facing a delicate collarbone, the shape was extremely beautiful, and her complexion was too fair.
The snow-white shirt is open, and the beauty is boundless.
She was startled, and slowly raised her head.
What came into view was the boy's equally beautiful chin, and the eyelashes lightly resting on the eyelids were thick and curled. He hasn't woken up yet, his small face is white and tender, and it looks like a fragile object made of colored glaze.
Lord Lord God slept soundly, with a soft and sleepy expression, showing a rare softness and obedience.
Yu Chu stared at him in a daze.
Maybe it's because the eyes are closed, there is no such lazy aura, and it is as beautiful as a little angel.
The memory also gradually recovered.
Recalling the chaotic and blurred night, the girl's expression froze for a while, as if she had been struck by lightning a few times.
She scratched her hair in a bit of a breakdown, opened her eyes in a daze, and didn't dare to look at the people around her. A thought even popped into her mind: just run away
But before this idea was put into action, the teenager beside him slowly woke up, raised his hand slightly, and opened his eyes.