Look at the way she swallows the tea, her white neck and throat are rolling, she is sexy, sultry and charming!
He couldn't help but feel thirsty in his throat, and a fire arose in his eyes. The scorching flames made the originally bloody eyes seem to be burning.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his fiery gaze seemed to see through her, as if he was stripping off her clothes with his eyes, leaving her naked and lustful.
However, he is a person whose whole body and even his heart have no warmth.
She glanced at him deeply, and he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I want to take off your eyeballs to see if they are cold or hot. In case your eyes are too ****."
"Hehehe..." He chuckled a few more times, with an unpredictable smile.
She tossed the tea cup in her hand slightly angrily, and poured the remaining half cup of tea at him.
He stood there without moving, his own Qi was like a natural isolation barrier, and the spilled tea trickled down along with the Zhenqi barrier, dripping down, splashing out a somewhat strange beauty.
The black phantom flashed, and he was already at her side. His slender fingers took the tea cup in her hand and brought it to his lips. He gently licked the rim of the cup from which she had drunk tea. His gaze, as hot as a blazing flame, rested on her beauty.
on the face.
That ambiguous and teasing movement, it's like it's not the tea cup that's being licked, but her.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and cursed, "Pervert!"
"Do you know what I'm thinking about?" He held the cup in his palm, condensing his inner strength and holding it tightly. The cup actually turned into powder and fell from his loose palm, "I want to peel off your clothes piece by piece.
I’ll press you down below me and trample you fiercely until you die, and I won’t let you go until you die!”
She felt chills all over her body, and her cold eyes revealed a faint murderous intent.
The cold wind poured in from the window, and her long hair fluttered in the wind. Her white clothes were as white as the snow. She was as beautiful as an immortal, as beautiful as an illusory fairy, but also as charming and charming as a ghost, and so beautiful that it was heart-stopping!
His breath was held for a moment, and in addition to the heat of desire, his blood-colored eyes had a deep and unknown meaning.
Suddenly, an evil smile appeared on his lips, "Yun, you are angry."
Originally, she was not angry when facing a pervert, but when he called her affectionately, she raised her eyebrows in displeasure, "You took the wrong medicine? Who allowed you to call me that?"
"Sooner or later, I will tame you into a docile cat." He ignored her anger, put his arm around her shoulders, and stared at her, "Why do you never add insult to injury on my appearance?"
"Not interested in."
The burning in his eyes faded slightly, and a trace of conflict flashed through his heart, "Have you ever wondered what my face looks like under the mask on the left side of my face?"
"I'm not interested in you, let alone your face." She raised her eyes and looked at his unusually handsome right face, "Don't you care about what I think?"
"Of course not." He denied it quickly, seeming to hide his guilt.
She looked out the window again at the bright, round moon. The bright moonlight dyed the dark earth a layer of silver. The cold wind blew the shadows of the trees, and a somewhat desolate chill blew into the room.
Her face is as beautiful as a painting, and her expression is as tranquil as water, as quiet as midnight.
His eyes fell on her for an instant, and a bit of obsession ignited in his evil pupils that even he was unaware of.
Neither of them spoke, the room was very quiet, so quiet that they could even hear each other's breathing.
