Like the heat of being scorched by fire.
She was very uncomfortable, and her forehead was sweaty.
But she just quietly grabbed his hand like this, and then endured without going any further.
Their clothes were rubbing against each other, and the only contact was.
But there were only her fingers, clasping his wrist with a repressed force.
He pursed his lips that were even brighter, and his face became more flushed.
The young man's jade-like face, in the light, because of the redness on his cheeks, has a glamorous evil spirit.
His fingers suddenly tightened, grabbing onto her weak wrist bone instead.
The girl's excessively fragile wrist made his fingertips tremble, and he didn't dare to use too much force.
Bai Weiwei was slow to respond and couldn't understand his movements.
Xiaya's other hand was already on her shoulder, he got up and forced her to take a step back.
Then the boy who stood up turned her posture and pushed her directly onto the chair.
Bai Weiwei sat heavily on the chair.
Fortunately, there are chair cushions, but it doesn't hurt much.
It was this reversal that made Bai Weiwei even more sluggish.
After all, Tianxiang was trying to make her lose her mind.
She didn't have a wild beast, and she was already very restrained when the hungry wolf rushed over.
She raised her head blankly, and her blank eyes reflected his face, which was amazing.
The teenager seemed a little irritable, but more of it was a trace of uncontrollable evil.
He clasped her wristbone with one hand in a fluid motion, resting the other on the chair behind her.
Then he lowered his head, the broken honey-colored hair fell under his eyes, and his eyes were like purple clouds, with a beautiful color.
"I really doubt how you were tricked into being a witch."
The witch is like her.
He doesn't need to kill the witch.
Even if he is weak, he is still so innocent and childish.
It was unbearable for people to bully her.
Bai Weiwei's face was flushed, and she blinked, thinking hard about his question.
Then she said in a soft voice, "I am, my mother asked me to be, Xia Ya."
If simple, but cruel reason.
When a witch gives birth to a girl, the witch imprints the mark on the child.
So she had no choice in the first place.
The last trace of disappointment in Xia Ya's heart also disappeared.
He murmured to himself in a low voice, "Then I will forgive your identity."
Bai Weiwei's eyes were full of mist, and she seemed to be struggling to understand his words.
She even felt that her wrist was too restrained and wanted to break free.
But the next moment, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips were already pressed by the boy's white thumb.
Xia Ya casually touched her chin with the remaining fingers.
The thumb is neither light nor heavy, rubbing against her lips.
His voice was extremely hoarse, "Be good, don't move."
Bai Weiwei looked at him obediently, she didn't move, she just looked puzzled.
Xia Ya pursed her thin lips, and her breathing began to feel warm.
He turned his back to the light, his eyes under the broken hair.
Covered by shadows, the cold purple eyes have lost their usual coolness, but instead have a touch of rich and gorgeous heat.
The girl's cute and soft appearance is sweeter than any scent.
It all makes people lose their minds.
He has always been repressed, calm, and abstinent.
But today I found out that I was a man too.
Still a very impulsive man.
Xia Ya stared at her innocent face with blurry eyes.
Finally, he sighed softly with thin lips.
The thumb left her lips, her lips were soft, and he pressed a shallow mark with his strength.
The boy's eyes were darker and more dangerous.
He carelessly rubbed his thumb against his lips.
The thin lips are like petals, exuding an unusually evil sweetness.
Then the tip of his tongue licked his lips as if he was inadvertently.