Luo Yibei was aroused by the breath on her body, and his heart felt as if he had been gently scratched by a hand, and he suddenly felt a little itchy.
Fang Chixia was lying on top of him, breathing very disorderly.
The breath she sprayed had a faint cocktail aroma, which was the smell of refreshing orange wine. It was very unique and pleasant. The skin on her body was covered with a layer of pink, like porcelain snow skin, like peach blossom petals floating in the water. Intoxicating.
In the bedroom, the breeze blew.
The faint orange scent, as if fermenting, was blown into the air, lingering in Luo Yibei's nose, lingering.
Luo Yibei observed her reaction calmly, his eyes lightly swept over her face, and he could see through her abnormality at a glance.
"Has been drugged?" The deep voice sounded lazier than the previous indifference.
He said this in a very calm tone, seemingly a little interested, and did not push her up.
"It's none of your business!" Fang Chixia pinched her palms and didn't look at his face.
"But you seem to be in need of help!" Luo Yibei raised his eyebrows and stared at her lightly.
Fang Chixia's facial features are especially delicate, with a small chin, a straight nose, and a skin as white as snow, pure and bright.
It doesn't even need any modification, the stunning impact comes over you in an instant, and it is unforgettable.
Such a face is extremely beautiful, especially at a moment like this.
Luo Yibei's eyes were fixed on her lips as moist as cherry blossoms, and he suddenly turned around and pressed her under him.
He was very tall, roughly 1.87 or 88 meters tall.
Fang Chixia is over 16 meters tall and is not short among girls, but compared with him, she looks so petite.
When he was pressed under her, her body was completely enveloped by him, and a dense sense of oppression rushed towards her face.
He raised his hand and tried to struggle, but the movement he made caused his body to move towards him uncontrollably.
Luo Yibei glanced at her sideways, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his thin lips lightly brushed against hers.
His lips had a slightly cool temperature, which was in sharp contrast to her body temperature.
Fang Chixia's body visibly stiffened, and there was something in her head, as if a fuse was lit, and with a "boom", it was out of control.
I want to get closer to him, I want to absorb more...
However, as soon as such an idea occurred, she was pulled back by her remaining rationality.
Pushing him, she moved herself further away from him, turned her head, and tried hard to restrain herself from looking at his face.
"You have good self-control!" Luo Yibei looked at her like this indifferently. That ridiculously handsome face swept away the previous indifference, and even showed a bit of amusement.
This man is a scumbag!
This is Fang Chixia's evaluation of Luo Yibei at this moment.
Does her appearance now please him
Luo Yibei didn't mind her angry eyes at all. He clasped her shoulders with his big hands and pulled her into his arms. He continued to talk to her, "Now tell me, how did you get in? Tell the truth. , maybe I can make you feel better later!"
"Your door was already open when I came!" Fang Chixia didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, but she still answered truthfully.
"Really? Such a coincidence?" Luo Yibei's eyes darkened after her words, and he didn't know whether he believed her words or not.
(End of chapter)