Chapter 56.3 (1/2)
I felt that the tall figure was slowly forming a shadow over me. Liang Xiaoyu felt confused for a while. His eyes were dry and sore, his voice was sour and hoarse, and he couldn't even make a sound.
The beautiful apricot eyes are as wet and panicked as a wounded animal. The emotions inside are extremely complex, but the petite figure is trying to curl up and want to lean back in the narrow space.
The more Liang Xiaoyu dodges, the deeper Xin Zezhao's eyes become. His long and narrow eyes are covered by a thick fog. He can't see clearly, but his mood is inexplicably frightening.
”Don't Stay away from... ” Liang Xiaoyu tries to slide between his throat, trying to say something in his hoarse voice, but the next moment is blocked by his lips.
The hot breath spurts thin, such as the cold eyes of the cold pool dominates all the visible space of Liang Xiaoyu, and even the rich and familiar male breath strongly surrounds her and invades her whole breathing space.
Thin lips with anger to trample cold Xiaoyu's bloodless lips, as if to pass his complex emotions in the past, let her feel together.
Crystal tears slowly slide down, bring a burst of cold, but there is no way to pour out the hot touch and temperature.
Xin Zezhao's domineering hand with a pair of iron arms tightly encircles Liang Xiaoyu Yingying's waist. There is only one idea in her heart, which is crying wildly. She is as hot as a stove, and clings to her cold heart.
For a long time, until a faint smell of blood diffused in the air, Xin Zezhao just slightly restrained his anger and left Liang Xiaoyu's lips with shortness of breath.
The lips without blood color were ruddy under his anger, revealing the extremely ruddy and delicate color. However, with Liang Xiaoyu's pale face, they were very strange.
Liang Xiaoyu raised her eyes, but when she saw that she was struggling hard just now, she instinctively and subconsciously bit Xin Zezhao's thin lips. At this time, the thin lips were already bleeding, revealing a strange red light, which made her slightly stunned.
In a trance for a moment, Xin Zezhao has already bent over again, and the tall figure has once again covered her completely in the prison like a God.
The thin and tender lips with the smell of blood moved to her white and tender earlobe, and the turbid masculine breath swept by, which made her shiver.
”If you want to die, let's die together.”
As soon as the voice fell, Xin Zezhao quickly got up from Liang Xiaoyu and carefully helped her to fasten her seat belt again. Then, instead of looking at her again, she focused on one side, slammed the accelerator and left quickly.
Liang Xiaoyu's slender fingers trembled slightly and touched his lips, while the hot masculine smell mixed with a light smell of blood seemed to remain between his lips.
Recalling the crazy words that Xin Zezhao had just dropped in her ear, my heart was hard to mention, and the bitterness like Coptis immediately overflowed from the corner of my mouth.