"Smart." Luo Xichen showed an approving smile, stretched out his fingers and flicked her smooth forehead.
The sound was still loud, but there was no trace of pain. Su Wanqing rubbed her forehead, not understanding the reason.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the real Colosseum!" With that said, Luo Xichen pulled up Su Wanqing's sleeves and ran all the way, running down the stairs from the 57-meter-high wall.
The breeze whistled in the ears, and due to the tilt of gravity, the speed of running down was getting faster and faster. If Luo Xichen hadn't grabbed her wrist tightly, Su Wanqing would have fallen down by now.
"Ahhh..." The feeling of weightlessness made Su Wanqing couldn't help shouting, but after she screamed, her heart felt inexplicably happy because of the stimulation.
Luo Xichen on the other side tilted his head slightly, revealing the white wolf tooth earring in his right ear. He opened his thin lips and shouted at Su Wanqing's left ear: "Hey! Are you afraid?"
At such a close distance, Su Wanqing felt deafening, with double stimulation of her heart and ears. She glared at him fiercely and shouted: "I'm not afraid!"
After running for about two or three minutes, the soles of her feet finally touched the ground. Su Wanqing bent over, put her hands on her knees, her heart was beating very irregularly, and she was breathing heavily.
Luo Xichen, who was on the side, laughed unscrupulously, patted Awei's back with his big hand to help her calm down, and asked in a good mood: "Are you dead?"
"I...I...have been harmed by you!" Su Wanqing slowly straightened up, her glazed black eyes flashing with accusation.
Luo Xichen raised his eyebrows and looked her up and down. The brown-green summer shirt had a lapel trimmed with white lace; the dark green trousers were shaped like a knife, which showed off her slender straight figure well.
With her legs and perfect hip shape, coupled with the simple and elegant milky white high heels, she is simply a slim emerald statue.
Su Wanqing's legs were already weak. She took a step forward, but her stable six-centimeter high heels still twisted.
When people lose their balance, they will always reflexively grab the things around them. Su Wanqing exclaimed and quickly grabbed Luo Xichen's strong arm with her right hand.
Luo Xichen, who has been practicing martial arts for many years, has extremely quick reactions. The moment Su Wanqing twisted her, he took the initiative to pass his left arm to her for support. At the same time, he moved his right arm horizontally to stop her from being too slender to hold.
waist to prevent her body from falling.
Su Wanqing's lips parted slightly, and the cry that rushed into her throat was suddenly blocked when she saw the other person's perfect face like a god so close at hand.
His arms were so strong, and he held her firmly in his arms with just one effortless hook. Su Wanqing looked slightly pale, lowered her head, and said in a soft and soft voice: "Thank you...
Let me go, okay?"
He looked at her intently. Her delicate appearance was like a mimosa with soft leaves that would tremble at the slightest touch.
Because of the momentum, the tall softness on her chest was close to his strong, flat chest, so ambiguous and so fitting.
Although she was a little reluctant to let go, Luo Xichen still let her go.
The moment she let go, she took a step forward hastily, as if she couldn't wait to get away from him, but her legs were still sore and she staggered again.
Luo Xichen sighed slightly, and gently held her waist with his arms from behind. Because of the angle at which she bent, her elastic buttocks happened to meet the mole between his legs, and an inexplicable flow of heat converged.