65. Chapter 65 Throwing to the ground by the stunning boy
There were not many maids and women with her this time, just a few close ones. Su Xin'er, the servant in the palace, refused to let her use it, so they had to do it themselves.
When Su Mo saw a room, she opened the door and went in. A burst of dust hit her face, making her cough twice.
Su Mo entered the house by herself, and no one paid attention to her.
Suddenly she smelled a faint aroma, wrinkled her nose and inhaled, and then saw a dark piece of clothing exposed on the weeds. She was startled and wanted to run out.
Suddenly, a blur of figures appeared in front of her eyes. She was spinning around, and was suddenly knocked down and pinned to the weeds.
Su Mo was stunned. She had never seen such a good-looking person in her past life.
A pair of eyes as dark as midnight, deep and serene, shining with gem-like luster, becoming darker and deeper on the jade-white skin. The bridge of the nose is straight, and underneath is a thin lip with slightly curved corners, and the lip color is light.
It's so light that you almost can't help but want to use flower petals to apply it on it.
When she came back to her senses a little, she realized that this was a man with the appearance of an immortal but exuding the aura of Satan Yama. Although he looked like he was only a teenager, there was a cold aura around him and his face was so cold that it almost overwhelmed her.
Freeze.
A pair of dark eyes were staring at her coldly, as sinister as a falcon, almost freezing her to death.
Su Mo blinked her eyes and acted like a five or six-year-old girl, with a bit of timidity and fright, and crystal tears rolled in her big bright eyes.
She pursed her lips and said, "You, don't kill me."
The handsome young man stared at her. She was just a little girl. Her body was soft and seemed to have no bones. She was pressed under him, and her small breasts were rising and falling.
His eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but stretched out his slender hand to poke her eyelids. Big tears rolled down and landed on his fingertips. The young man was stunned for a moment and felt a slight wetness.
Soft and delicate life is like a flower blooming at his fingertips.
He subconsciously put his fingertips into his mouth, which tasted salty.
Su Mo had the expression of a weak little girl on her face, but she was cursing in her heart where this wild boy dared to bully her.
A hint of softness suddenly appeared on the young man's stern face, just like the ice that has never melted for thousands of years. Suddenly a spring breeze blew, revealing a smile, which was three parts gorgeous and seven parts evil.
