Hearing what Long Ming said, he looked at Long Ming's face as handsome as a sculpture. On his handsome face, his narrow eyes were smiling. His soft gaze was as clear as starlight and as deep as the sea.
Murong Feixue was addicted to it and couldn't extricate herself...
As if by mistake, Murong Feixue was about to open her mouth to say something. But Long Ming suddenly leaned down and devoured all her answers with his strong and domineering lips.
"I...well..."
All the voices turned into thick murmurs. It seemed that even if Murong Feixue was not prepared to agree to her, Long Ming would use his actual actions to dominate her. So, it didn't matter what she said.
Murong Feixue had originally planned to resist to such a bandit-like behavior. But no matter what, the person doing this now turned out to be Long Ming. That sense of occupation that made people feel warm and reassuring, for some reason, was full of them.
With sweetness.
The endless sweetness spreads between the lips and tongues of the two people.
The heavy breath on the other person's cheek seemed to be filled with scalding heat, almost burning the other person's face. In fact, Murong Feixue's cheeks had a cherry-like blush. It was like a tempting cherry.
Red plums are gorgeous, dazzling and sweet...
For a moment, it seemed as if I had returned to the deserted sea of trees under Thousand Trees Lake. The two people's emotions that had nowhere to release were flowing quietly, almost melting people into it...
"Uh...uh uh..."
Murong Feixue suddenly seemed to feel something and began to struggle violently in Long Ming's arms. The eyes that suddenly opened wide were full of uneasiness and embarrassment.
However, Long Ming had no intention of letting Murong Feixue go. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes were playful. He just gently took Murong Feixue to the grass beside him...
Just as the two were about to fall into the tall grass, they saw their heels reaching the place where they were standing before.
"Didn't you just say that Junior Sister Feixue passed here?" Mo Zishang said in a low and solemn voice.
Next to Mo Zishang was Shi Xianhua with a sad face. Her hair was messy and her face was pale. Her expression was filled with grief. She was sobbing and accusing.
"Someone saw that Long Ming and brought Murong Feixue here! This couple of bitches are so abominable. They should be caught immediately and severely punished!"
Hearing Shi Xianhua's words, Mo Zishang's expression became even more gloomy. He frowned, the corners of his mouth sank slightly, and his handsome face became as if it were a lump of ice that would never melt.
There is no warmth...
"I would like to advise you, you can't mess with those two people. What I want to know now is where exactly is that Long Ming taking Junior Sister Feixue to go at such a late hour!"
When Mo Zishang said this, Shi Xianhua was caught off guard and her heart suddenly shook. Her face instantly turned pale. Her trembling index finger pointed in the direction of Mo Zishang. After a long while, she asked: "Aren't you here to help me?
Long Ming’s?”
Facing Shi Xianhua's pressing question, Mo Zishang didn't answer. He just frowned and his obsidian eyes exuded a cold and sharp light, giving people an endless sense of oppression. One look was equivalent to answering Shi Xianhua.
The problem.
I don't know since when, he has become so disgusted with this Shi Xianhua. She is no longer as kind as when she first entered Tianfeng Academy. After hearing what Long Ming said, he looked at Long Ming's face.
A face as handsome as a sculpture. On the handsome face, the narrow eyes are smiling. The soft gaze is as clear as starlight and as deep as the sea.
Murong Feixue was addicted to it and couldn't extricate herself...
As if by mistake, Murong Feixue was about to open her mouth to say something. But Long Ming suddenly leaned down and devoured all her answers with his strong and domineering lips.
"I...well..."
All the voices turned into thick murmurs. It seemed that even if Murong Feixue was not prepared to agree to her, Long Ming would use his actual actions to dominate her. So, it didn't matter what she said.
Murong Feixue had originally planned to resist to such a bandit-like behavior. But no matter what, the person doing this now turned out to be Long Ming. That sense of occupation that made people feel warm and reassuring, for some reason, was full of them.
With sweetness.
The endless sweetness spreads between the lips and tongues of the two people.
The heavy breath on the other person's cheek seemed to be filled with scalding heat, almost burning the other person's face. In fact, Murong Feixue's cheeks had a cherry-like blush. It was like a tempting cherry.
Red plums are gorgeous, dazzling and sweet...
For a moment, it seemed as if I had returned to the deserted sea of trees under Thousand Trees Lake. The two people's emotions that had nowhere to release were flowing quietly, almost melting people into it...
"Uh...uh uh..."
Murong Feixue suddenly seemed to feel something and began to struggle violently in Long Ming's arms. The eyes that suddenly opened wide were full of uneasiness and embarrassment.
However, Long Ming had no intention of letting Murong Feixue go. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes were playful. He just gently took Murong Feixue to the grass beside him...
Just as the two were about to fall into the tall grass, they saw their heels reaching the place where they were standing before.
"Didn't you just say that Junior Sister Feixue passed here?" Mo Zishang said in a low and solemn voice.
Next to Mo Zishang was Shi Xianhua with a sad face. Her hair was messy and her face was pale. Her expression was filled with grief. She was sobbing and accusing.
"Someone saw that Long Ming and brought Murong Feixue here! This couple of bitches are so abominable. They should be caught immediately and severely punished!"
Hearing Shi Xianhua's words, Mo Zishang's expression became even more gloomy. He frowned, the corners of his mouth sank slightly, and his handsome face became as if it were a lump of ice that would never melt.
There is no warmth...
"I would like to advise you, you can't mess with those two people. What I want to know now is where exactly is that Long Ming taking Junior Sister Feixue to go at such a late hour!"
When Mo Zishang said this, Shi Xianhua was caught off guard and her heart suddenly shook. Her face instantly turned pale. Her trembling index finger pointed in the direction of Mo Zishang. After a long while, she asked: "Aren't you here to help me?
Long Ming’s?”
Facing Shi Xianhua's pressing question, Mo Zishang didn't answer. He just frowned and his obsidian eyes exuded a cold and sharp light, giving people an endless sense of oppression. One look was equivalent to answering Shi Xianhua.
The problem.
He didn't know when he started to hate this Shi Xianhua so much. She was no longer as kind as when she first entered Tianfeng Academy.
