Lu Ming knew that the other party was not joking.
But he is a majestic psychic, and he will not be easily threatened. Lu Ming's eyes darkened, and his mental power roared towards the young man.
The boy on the opposite side didn't move.
It's as if he didn't take the attack at all.
Lu Ming couldn't help being taken aback.
The other party's expression became completely impatient, one hand was put on the back of the chair, and he stood up gently, the gray pupils were cold and condescending, like a god looking down on the world, but the gray pupils were empty and indifferent.
Almost the moment the slender boy stood up, Lu Ming felt inexplicable pressure.
The boy's pupils were cold, and he took a step towards him.
At this moment, the sleeping girl turned over muttering, because the seat was so hard, she seemed to be sleeping a little uncomfortable, her fingertips just bumped into the boy's white fingertips, and she grabbed them unconsciously.
The boy's icy pupils paused slightly.
The footsteps also stopped immediately.
There was a moment of silence in the carriage.
Lu Ming felt helplessly that the invisible coercion was completely removed, as if it didn't exist, it disappeared from the carriage silently.
The slender young man half-knelt gently, holding the girl back with his slender fingers, his gray pupils looking straight at her.
Curling his eyelashes to cover his soft gaze, he gently raised his hand to support the girl's figure, and helped her adjust a comfortable posture. He moved carefully, but his voice was cold and indifferent, and his thin lips lazily uttered a word:
"roll."
That word, with its strange coldness, made Lu Ming take a step back subconsciously.
He squinted.
Although he was not reconciled, he knew that there was no chance of winning.
Lu Ming has always been a rational person, so he could only turn around with a gloomy expression.
Yan Zhuo didn't care about him at all.
The boy got up gently, and sat next to Yun Xia, so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.
He likes her breath and feels close, so he has a special affection for her.
As for being a little brother or something, Zhuo Zhuo actually doesn't have any concept in his heart.
The sleeping Demon King was helped up, because the breath of heaven was familiar and natural, and he couldn't raise his vigilance, so he subconsciously found a comfortable position and continued to sleep against the young man.
Yan Zhuo was leaned on her shoulder by her, and he struggled with where to put his other hand, and finally followed this posture and gently landed on the girl's waist.
The other party was white and soft, slender and petite, and his waist was not full enough to hold. Putting his hand on it, Yan Zhuo couldn't help being stunned for a moment, his gray pupils glanced at the small waist.
How can it be so fine.
There was a little curiosity in the boy's eyes.
He straightened up slightly, wrapped his slender arms around, lightly measured the girl's waist, and found that he could completely embrace her like this.
Yan Zhuo slightly lowered his thick eyelashes.
The girl was arrogant and arrogant when she was awake, but unexpectedly soft when she was asleep, her lips were soft and her eyelashes were drawn down, like a white doll.
Her slender calf hangs down and touches the boy's long leg, which is obviously a lot shorter... Yan Zhuo looks inexplicably pleasing to the eye.
The boy restrained his long legs, and hugged the girl to close his eyes.
So came the next day.
When Yun Xia woke up, she was facing a soft, white face.
She was pillowed on the other's short legs, and the child was sleeping soundly with his head down, his white and tender face was just above her, and his tender lips were very close to hers.
"..."
Yun Xia blinked, frowned, clasped that pretty face with one hand, pushed him away and sat up.
The child opened his eyes in a daze, and his clothes were loose, revealing half of his white shoulders.
(end of this chapter)