After taking several photos in a row, Luo Xiaoqian jumped out of bed, checked the photos in the camera, and just frowned.
These are all too clear water, right?!
Cruelly, she directly switched the camera to video mode, adjusted the angle, and jumped on the bed again.
After a while, he covered their bodies with the quilt, slid the shoulder straps of his clothes off his shoulders, and then pulled Leng Zimo's head over and put it on her body, pretending to kiss her.
After a while, she pressed him under her body and pretended to kiss him.
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After looking through several snapshots on her phone, she was still not satisfied.
"For the sake of fame and money, we fight hard!"
Gathering up the courage, Luo Xiaoqian took Leng Zimo's hand, gritted her teeth and stuffed his hand into her T-shirt.
The man's palms were warm, and even though they were blocked by clothes, some of his fingers were still in direct contact with her skin. Such a real touch only made her heart beat faster in an instant.
My body seemed to heat up all of a sudden.
Engaging in scandals is also strenuous work. Even though it was early spring, she actually felt so hot!
Once again, she pulled Leng Zimo's arm over and wrapped it around her waist. She grabbed his finger with one hand and brought it to her lips, pressing the shutter button on her phone.
In the photo, the man is lying on her body with his face closed. Although the two of them are still more than ten centimeters away, it looks like he is about to kiss her.
"Perfect!" Luo Xiaoqian pressed the lock screen button with satisfaction, "call it a day!"
She raised her hand and took Leng Zimo's arm that was resting on her body. Her eyes inadvertently touched his face and met his eyes that had opened at some point.
Where are the eyes? It's clearly a knife or a gun.
The man who had just closed his eyes and looked as beautiful as a male god suddenly transformed into a devil.
Luo Xiaoqian held the phone between her fingers, silently took it off and slid it along the quilt to the floor.
"I... you... I... aren't... right..."
Luo Xiaoqian spoke incoherently, and it took her a moment to realize what she was doing, and she wanted to escape.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
A hand grabbed her arm like an iron pincer and pulled her back to where she was.
There was a thud.
Her head hit the head of the bed hard, but luckily she had put a pillow on it before, so it didn't hurt too much.
"Who are you?!"
Suppressing her, Leng Zimo's voice was as cold as the night sea in the cold winter months, enough to freeze her into a popsicle.
"I...I'm the floor attendant!" Luo Xiaoqian came to her senses and struggled to push him away, "I...I have breasts...stuck..."
She originally wanted to put a badge on it, but the man suddenly tightened his grip on her arm, causing her to scream in pain.
Feeling his gaze, Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand in panic to pull up the quilt. As soon as she raised her hand, he had already grabbed it and pressed it on top of her head along with the previous one.
"who are you?!"
The man's dark eyes were terrifyingly deep, as if he could see through her with just one glance. She didn't dare to look into his eyes, for fear that her eyes would betray her secret.
She quickly turned her little head and started knitting.
"I...I am your fan, I have always admired you, so...so I found out about you and wanted to come in and ask you for an autograph..."
Leng Zimo frowned and looked at her face.
Her face, without makeup, was extremely clean, but her skin was as smooth as a shelled egg under the light. On her palm-sized face, her eyebrows and facial features were all exquisite, especially those eyes with long and thick eyelashes.
Like butterfly wings, it casts a faint shadow on the face, and the purity of the eyes is like a lake on the plateau.
