"What are you doing here?" Ye Qingluo curled up a strand of his fingers, and his black hair, like a cloud of smoke, was entwined between his fingers.
Di Moxuan slightly hooked his thin lips, and said with a low laugh, "I missed you, so I came to see you."
"In the middle of the night, sneak into Shangxuan Academy and touch the women's dormitory. If the nursing home sees you, you will be regarded as a flower picker."
Ye Qingluo tugged at his long hair, raised his head, and looked at him playfully.
But when she raised her head, she bumped into his pair of peach-blossom eyes.
There seems to be an electric current between the eyes.
It made her physically and mentally numb, and her heart beat wildly.
Di Moxuan's brows and eyes were full of laziness, and he frivolously touched her jaw with five fingers: "The one you picked is your flower. I don't know, Ah Luo, would you let me pick it?"
Ye Qing's cheeks fell, and two blushes appeared.
These words, no matter how they sound... It seems to be expressing his heart to her.
"If you don't speak, you are acquiescing." Di Moxuan successfully hooked his lips, and suddenly buckled the hand on her chin...
Her body, following the strength of the man's fingertips, moved closer to the man.
Immediately afterwards, that peerless face magnified in the pupils.
Warm lips pressed against hers.
Originally, it was just a simple touch, but Ye Qingluo reacted, and subconsciously backed away.
But the man's arm, increased strength.
The big palm landed on the back of her head, deepening the kiss forcefully.
He conquered the city and occupied all her sweetness.
Ye Qingluo was short of breath, her mind went blank, and her strength seemed to be exhausted by Di Moxuan.
She was numb all over, and she had no consciousness to resist at all.
Being hugged and touched by him, getting used to it, is not a big deal.
Can…
Why is she so used to accepting kisses
She... Should she treat Di Moxuan...
This thought made Ye Qingluo tremble, and he immediately regained his senses.
"Uh-uh-"
Ye Qing's charming eyes showed anger, and he raised his fist, struggling to beat Di Moxuan's chest.
But Di Moxuan seemed to be deliberately against her, the more she struggled, the more fiercely he kissed, as if he wanted to kiss away all her reason and swallow her into his belly.
It wasn't until the man's dark eyes became dark that he let go of Ye Qingluo's lips.
Facing Shang Yeqingluo's angry eyes, Di Moxuan looked like a stealthy cat, with a contented smile on his lips.
"It seems... I picked the right flower." Di Moxuan laughed lowly, stroked his lips with five fingers, with a meaning that was still unfinished, "It tastes very good."
His actions and words made Ye Qingluo feel even more ashamed and angry.
Raising his arm, he was about to slap him.
She was fast, but Di Moxuan was even faster than her.
As soon as he took the shot, his wrist tightened.
The man's big palm held her tightly, and then pulled her into his arms.
Ye Qingluo's face hit Di Moxuan's chest.
The fresh and elegant scent of sandalwood becomes more and more intense.
It seemed to make Ye Qingluo faint.
"Emperor! Mo! Xuan!..."
When Ye Qingluo scolded Emperor Moxuan furiously, Di Moxuan immediately changed the subject: "A Luo, I'm here to return your things."
"You..." Ye Qing gritted her teeth in frustration.
Damn!
This man is definitely her nemesis!
Once you meet him, you will definitely suffer!
Playing cards out of common sense at all!
Sure enough, it is a world where fists are big and the last word is right.
She can't beat Di Moxuan, can't scold Di Moxuan, even if she speaks sarcasticly, Di Moxuan can pretend that he doesn't hear...
Damn, she can only let Di Moxuan do what she wants