"You let go ..." She shook her head and struggled, gently fascinated with the long eyelashes of the water droplets, "If you die, what should I do?"
Huang Xiaojue was slightly froze, and he was filled with an inexplicable sweetness in his heart. This was full of dependence ... He liked it.
He likes to return, he still has a cold face, covering up the joy at the bottom of his eyes, and staring at her with a dull eyes with a threatening sense.
One side:
"You are not qualified to worry about my life and death!"
He touched his head and said what hurt her heart, just to make her angry, don't do stupid things to save him ...
"... Emperor Xiaojue," A big tear dripping from her eyes, flashed crystally, and "popped" on his sleeves, "Don't waste time, okay ..."
Hearing him, she was more anxious, but even if she was dull, she could not know how he wanted to say such a thing!
He was indifferent, dragging her collar's hand without any relaxation, putting her against the wall, her eyes cold, and a sarcasm in her tone, "Oh, Mo Xiaoran ... Do you have to kill you?
Do you want to save me like this? Are there abuse? "
The irony breath was on her face, her tears instantly flooded like the flood of the dyke, like a slightly cool crystal, rolled on his hand, and scratched him in the softest way.
The heart.
Such a small face with rain with rain, like a knife, poke him fiercely. She has almost never cried.
"Emperor Xiaojue, I just have abuse, who makes me love you stupidly ..." Her gently crying crying, the petite body burst into power instantly, dragging him away
Hands, rushed to the wound and covered it again.
This time, Huang Xiaojue did not stop her anymore. His big palm gently stroked her dark and soft curly hair, and her eyes were full of distress.
She won't know how magical power she is "I love you dumbly". At this critical moment, inexplicably let him suffocate.
After about a minute, Mo Xiaoran finally saw the blood that spit out as wished, and gradually became red.
At this time, she felt that her stomach had already been stimulated by the sweet and sweet smell, but she was still relieved. She was really crazy ...
"Are you okay?" She still looked at him without forgetting, "Will your hands trembling ..."
"Girl ..." Emperor Xiaojue's arms took her in her arms, brought her into her arms, pinched her small chin, and stared at her little pale face a few seconds, bowed her head and kissed her blood redness fiercely.
The lips blocked the chattering little mouth.
She still has a faint bloody smell in her mouth, with a different temptation.
"..." Mo Xiaoran had a meal, and he had no struggle or resistance outside him. The two pairs of small hands surrounded his waist and responded in a green response.
He was quite surprised, even tightly rubbing her into her arms, prying her lips, and gently deepening lingering.