She gritted her teeth, turned her head, and decided to cast the spell herself.
If he can be saved, it's his luck; if he can't be saved, it's his life!
She adjusted her breathing, stood next to the beautiful boy and concentrated for a few minutes, raised her hands to her chest, put her thumbs together, leaned forward slightly, formed a lion seal, and recited a spell...
The surrounding vegetation moved without wind, and a white mist circulated around her like a whirlpool, constantly sucking in the black air overflowing from the head of the beautiful boy...
After the last trace of black energy was sucked out, Yang Zimei's energy was greatly depleted, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious...[
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When she woke up, Yang Zimei found herself wrapped in someone's arms, lying in a curled-up position on a large black comfortable bed.
This is……
She looked up, and what caught her eye was a face that was so handsome that it looked like it had stepped out of an anime. The chin was slightly pointed and thin, the thin cherry-red lips were slightly pursed, the eyes were slightly closed, the expression was slightly relaxed, and the breathing was even.
fell asleep.
She looked sideways and saw that his nightgown was open on his chest and her little body was close to him. She could even clearly feel the slight trembling of his lungs and the beating of his heart between his breaths.
Her face turned red instantly.
Although she is only five years old now, she has the mature soul of a 28-year-old young woman.
In her last life, because she was homeless, she couldn't even solve the problem of food and clothing, so love was dispensable. Of course, she also liked someone, but it was a humble love, and she could only look at it quietly every time.
She watched his figure rush past her, but she never expected him to stop.
She had never experienced physical close contact between a man and a woman, not even the beauty of holding hands.
Now, she was lying in the arms of a man, even though the man was only about 15 years old.
Feeling her movement, the beautiful boy's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his narrow phoenix eyes.
The pupils were as black as lacquer, slightly bluish, like stars in the sky, exuding a faint cold glow.
When he lowered his head and saw Yang Zimei's clear and bright eyes looking at him in black and white, the cold light in his eyes gradually faded, became warmer, and softened.
Yang Zimei was attracted by such a pair of pupils and marveled.
The beautiful boy's body arched slightly, and the hand that was holding her slightly retracted, allowing her soft, small body to press closer to him and become more comfortable.
Yang Zimei recovered from her exclamation and hurriedly stretched out her little hand to push him, trying to sit up from his arms.
He refused to let her go, and held her tighter, even pressing his chin against the top of her hair, and took a deep breath, as if smelling the fragrance of flowers, with a certain indulgence and intoxication on his face.
This... is really too ambiguous!
The roots of Yang Zimei's ears turned red, and he shouted anxiously: "Let me go!" [
"Don't let go!" the beautiful young man said in a deep voice, holding her tighter with his hands, and even pressed his slender legs against her calves.
What's wrong with Mao is that she is only five years old, and her hands and legs are so weak that she can't move at all!
She really couldn't understand why he kept her so tight. Could it be that he was a pedophile or something?
However, in her mind, those who have pedophilia are often those wretched uncles, and this young man who is as handsome as a cherry blossom in front of her cannot smell any wretchedness.
