Chapter 71: The seductive white fox confuses the common people (7)
A faint white light lingered on the fingertips, and the finger bones that had been broken for some time gradually healed, erasing the scars, and remained intact as before.
Zhuo Heng seemed to be staring at Wu Zhou, but his eyes fell for a long time on the pair of furry, pointed ears above his head.
It is true to say that Wuju is extremely beautiful and charming, and her appearance is beyond the ordinary and is extremely eye-catching, but her beauty is definitely not as eye-catching as her pair of ears that no ordinary person has.
The snow-white ears drooped, and there seemed to be a layer of silver light shining through them. Occasionally they moved slightly, which made people want to touch them.
But Zhuo Heng could only think about it. After all, Wu Zhou had a very bad temper and was difficult to get along with. What's more, Qianye also cared about him very much. If he complained in front of Qianye, his apprenticeship would definitely be a problem.
Yellow.
But those furry ears seem to tickle the apex of the heart, making people more and more itchy as they look at it.
Zhuo Heng had no choice but to turn his gaze to Wu Zhou's face, which was extremely beautiful. If he could say he was male and female, he could clearly tell that he was a man.
The tall eyes were gently closed, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, leaving a faint shadow under the eyes.
The straight bridge of the nose reflects a round and round light. If it is too strong, it will appear strong, and if it is too short, it will be too feminine. It is really indescribable perfection.
Those faint thin lips, which are still blood-stained and slightly bluish, can't help but give rise to some inexplicable feelings in people's hearts. No wonder people say that beauty must be three points better than being sick.
If the lip color were bright red, it would be too bright, and it would be too much.
Zhuo Heng looked at it carefully and suddenly felt a little hot.
It's normal to be hot and dry in midsummer, so I didn't think much about it. I poured a cup of cold tea, drank it in one breath, wiped my lips, and sat back on the stool.
After counting on his fingers for a while, he couldn't help but look at Wu Zhou. The demon that he thought was quite annoying at first turned out to be more and more beautiful the more he looked at it.
That cold charm, that natural and proud temperament is more like a once-in-a-lifetime wine, only available in the world, and if you miss it, it will be hard to find.
Zhuo Heng swallowed hard, but he still felt hot, and his lower abdomen was like a fire burning. He was restless and wanted to find a cold place, and this was right in front of him.
At this moment, he was like a man who was thirsty due to exposure, eager for a pool of cold and refreshing spring, and there was it right in front of him.
Zhuo Heng licked his lips and looked at Wu Zhou. Seeing that there was no movement from him, he turned around and sat on the edge of the bed as if by some strange mistake.
A faint cold fragrance lingers, like the faint fragrance of lotus flowers in the morning, and like the quiet agarwood that has lasted for thousands of years. It makes people take a few strong breaths, but they still feel that a lifetime is not enough.
Wu Zhou's lack of response seemed to him more like acquiescence and invitation.
Zhuo Heng loosened his clothes and felt that he couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed Wu Zhou's hand and pressed it to the top of his head. He leaned over and pressed on it.
Wu Juben was in the process of healing his wounds when he was suddenly startled. His energy flew out of control and hit his heart. He suppressed the sweetness in his throat and gritted his teeth and said: "Get out!"
But Zhuo Heng seemed to be possessed and couldn't hear. He was breathing heavily. He pressed Wu Zhou's hands on top of his head and tore his thin inner clothes into pieces.
The scarred chest that had just been healed was as white as jade, and as tender as the skin of a newborn baby. Although it looked a little thinner, her slender waist...
There was an explosion in Zhuo Heng's mind, and he leaned over and bit Wu Zhou's neck.
"What are you doing?!" Wu Zhou shouted angrily, tilting his head and bumping into Zhuo Heng's head.
There was a click. Zhuo Heng was a martial arts practitioner. He lost control of his strength and actually broke Wu Zhou's wrist.