Huo Jingmo was still wearing black today, with a black shirt, a black short vest and black trousers, with his long and straight legs wrapped in those long boots.
The whole person was filled with a chilling air.
Even sitting on the bed, I can't think of anything beautiful, only trembling and frightened.
For example, the little rose in front of me cried the first time I saw him.
When she cries, she is like a kitten. Her voice is thin, low, and soft, and she can cry into people's hearts.
He took off the black leather gloves on his hands and waved to Gu Ruojiao.
"come over."
Little Rose subconsciously walked towards him.
I just came back to my senses when I was about to reach him, but it was already too late.
Huo Jingmo stretched out his long arms and pulled her to his side.
An unfallen teardrop from her eyes fell on him, staining the black shirt with a drop of water stain.
But Huo Jingmo didn't care.
Because Little Rose cried, her makeup was all ruined.
"It's so ugly."
Little Rose's thin sobs stopped for a moment.
Then you have to get off him.
But he was pushed back by the man's hand on his back.
The mountain peak pressed on my chest.
In order to match this skirt, she wore a silk bra, which only served as a cover-up.
Little Rose finally realized that she was going to be shy.
She panicked and tried to distance herself from him, but she forgot that the man's hand was still on her waist.
Once again, he pressed her against her body.
The skirt she wore today was very close-fitting and thin, and one could easily feel the fabric and cutting lines of the man's body.
My ears felt slightly hot.
Huo Jingmo stared at her red earlobes with interest.
Not only did he look at it, he also touched it. Not only did he touch it, but he also gently rubbed it with his thumb.
Then I saw the redness on her ears spread all the way to her neck.
His fingertips followed the red color slowly downstream.
“Nice color.”
I don’t know if I’m complimenting the skirt or something else.
Little Rose tried to avoid his fingers lingering ambiguously on the edge of the collarbone, but she couldn't avoid it.
Seeing his fingers descending all the way down to the top of the mountain, her fair cheeks were so red that they were about to bleed.
"You, you can't..."
She stutters when she panics, and her innocence makes people want to do even more extreme things to her.
Huo Jingmo curled his lips slightly, although there was no smile in his eyes: "Why not? You dress like this, don't you just ask me to do this."
"No."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Little Rose's face at his words, and her eyes filled with tears of grievance.
Huo Jingmo, who had made someone cry, had no intention of coaxing her. Instead, he touched her eyelashes that were wet with tears in an interesting way.
He had been in Huashang Beach a day ago. He was too lazy to come out and only wanted his adjutant to take care of these unprofitable businessmen who didn't get up early.
Unexpectedly, it gave him such a surprise.
He looked at the delicate little rose and burst into tears.
Although he was in an extremely embarrassed state, all he could think about was pressing her down and bullying her until she cried. Isn't it also so pretty?
Huo Jingmo's throat was on fire thinking about it.
The eyes staring at the little rose became hot.
It's a pity that the delicate little rose is unconsciously immersed in its own sorrow.
Huo Jingmo couldn't help but hold his hands on the mountain, and spoke softly and lowly with a sense of control in his heart.
"It's not what? Aren't you just showing it to me now?"
Little Rose couldn't cry anymore and pushed his hand shyly.
But she couldn't push it away, and she had the illusion that she was holding him on it, and her eyes suddenly became foggy again.
