Chapter 117.2 (1/2)
Just as Liang Xiaoyu was struggling to get his feet off his high heels, the collapsed concrete storage tank exploded, and the extremely strong shock wave rolled up the cement blocks and the surrounding support steel blocks and hit around
”Liang Xiaoyu.” Seeing that Xiao Yu is about to be attacked by the aftershocks, Xin Zezhao subconsciously returns to embrace Liang Xiaoyu's delicate body from behind.
Familiar with the cold breath, I surrounded myself for a long time. The noise and scream seemed to disappear. The whole world was silent, except for the sharp and powerful heartbeat of Liang Xiaoyu's ear, the faint smell of tobacco mixed with the strong smell of cement dust.
”Dong.” The impact of the object makes Liang Xiaoyu's heart beat like a beating. He reflects how dangerous he is. A heavy heart surges into his heart. His eyes turn red and he cries: ”Xin Zezhao!”
”Xin Zezhao, talk to me!” Without a response, Liang Xiaoyu's whole heart is raised, and his mind is filled with horrified thoughts. His hands and feet can't help getting cold.
To break free from the high heels, Liang Xiaoyu turns around and looks up, stares at Xin Zezhao, who is suffering the attack from behind. His cold hands tremble and touch his pale face.
”Just run by yourself! What are you doing with me As the wind blows through Xin Zezhao's face, Liang Xiaoyu's tears can no longer help falling.
At this time, xinzezhao is a hand into her ribs, her head gently down his arms, all-round protection of her, for her to resist all the danger.
As the storm gradually subsided, Xin Zezhao snorted in pain. He was so surprised that Liang Xiaoyu in his arms struggled out of Xin Zezhao's arms.
”How are you, Xin Zezhao?” With a strong nasal cry and clear tears on his face, Xin Zezhao's eyes softened and stretched out his hand to smooth Liang Xiaoyu's hair.
”I'm fine. Don't cry.” The cold voice is a little bit hoarse, but the sword eyebrows are slightly frowning.
”I don't believe it. You always cheat me...” Liang Xiaoyu dries her tears and flattens her lips to take off Xin Zezhao's coat, which hinders her from confirming whether he is hurt.
Xin Zezhao, however, chuckles and holds Liang Xiaoyu's confused catkin. He circles her waist with his backhand, buries his head between her neck and whispers to her ear: ”in public, don't take it off here. Go back.”
The husky voice has another extreme sex appeal. The ambiguous words make Liang Xiaoyu smile. He reaches out his hand and pats Xin Zezhao's chest in shame: ”when are you still in the mood to joke?”
”Hiss...” Xinzezhao eat pain sound, scared cold, small Yu back to the hand.
”Where did you get hurt? Why don't you say it! ” He didn't know where Xin Zezhao had been hurt, and he was afraid that he might touch his wound. His tears rolled in his eyes again.