Ye Qingluo frowned.
Looking at the madness in Chu Wuxin's eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Subconsciously, she wanted to break free from Chu Wuxin's grip.
Chu Wuxin clasped it even tighter.
The long arm swooped in.
Then he pressed Ye Qingluo heavily into his arms.
Ye Qingluo frowned uncomfortably at the smell of plum fragrance.
She struggled: "Chu Wuxin!"
"You woman, you are so cruel." Chu Wuxin whispered in her ear, almost gnashing her teeth, "This time, I really don't want to be soft-hearted again!"
His voice just fell.
With a sudden force on the arm.
The man's warm breath rushed towards him from a close distance.
It was also mixed with a scent that made the alarm bells ring in her heart.
Almost at the moment when the man lowered his head.
There was a cold flash in Ye Qingluo's eyes.
Profound power burst out.
Flipping his palms, he was about to attack Chu Wuxin and avoid his approach.
That is, this moment.
There was a heavy "hum" in the ear.
The hand on the waist suddenly loosened.
Instead, there is another powerful force.
The familiar and elegant sandalwood enters the nose.
Ye Qingluo turned her head happily.
Sure enough, he saw his own man, appearing behind him.
Di Moxuan held her waist with one hand, his face was dignified and elegant, and his gaze was radiant with coldness, staring closely at Chu Wuxin.
"I'm late."
The man's deep and mellow voice instantly calmed Ye Qingluo's restless heart.
With his big and generous palm, he rubbed the girl's delicate body into his arms.
Not the same generous and solid.
Different kind of warmth.
Different taste.
It was a completely different feeling from Chu Wuxin.
Di Moxuan... is the feeling she most wants to have in her heart...
Ye Qingluo's eyelashes trembled slightly.
She raised her lips suddenly, wrapped her hands tightly around the man's strong waist, and buried her face into his chest.
Chu Wuxin was hit with the palm, and took several steps back before he managed to stand still.
Flame-like red, shaking.
Ye Qingluo poked his head out to look at Chu Wuxin after soaking up the warmth.
I felt... at this moment, Chu Wuxin had a... a sense of gloom that he was covered in flames that were about to go out.
seems to have lost everything
shine.
He seemed to notice her gaze.
Chu Wuxin clutched his chest, looked at her with a pale face.
After meeting her gaze.
A smile appeared on that stern face.
That slightly upward arc.
Mixed with very light bitterness.
Ye Qingluo couldn't help but frowned again.
Before I thought about it.
A big palm suddenly covered her eyes.
In front of my eyes, it was warm and I couldn't see anything.
"Don't look at him."
The man's domineering voice rang in his ears, and his tone was a bit tasteful.
Then, he raised his head and looked at Chu Wuxin, with a chill all over his body: "Chu Wuxin, the deity hasn't settled the score with you for what happened last time, so you dare to repeat the old trick?"
He opened his mouth.
Don't be angry.
Chu Wuxin sneered and sneered: "What? I just touched her, and I was so angry. Could it be that... think she is dirty?"
As soon as the words came out.
The surrounding temperature has dropped to the extreme.
A cold light suddenly appeared in Di Moxuan's eyes.
Murderous aura is also raging wildly.
Chu Wuxin laughed crazily.
That stern face looked extremely crazy.
Xuanmang from both sides intertwined.
At the touch of a button.
Suddenly, a thin white hand gently touched the back of his hand covering his eyes.
Slowly, the hand was pulled down.
In front of the girl's eyes, a piece of clarity was restored.
Di Moxuan immediately restrained his murderous aura, and looked down at her: "Xiao Luoer..."