Chapter 127.1 (2/2)
The seemingly casual words are full of satire, and the atmosphere is at an impasse. Liang Xiaoyu doesn't say anything more. He just looks at Xin Zezhao quietly with flashing apricot eyes.
In the middle of the sound, Xin Zezhao slowly released Liang Xiaoyu and stepped back a few steps. His usual graceful steps were a little messy.
”Liang Xiaoyu, are you kidding?” Xin Zezhao's cold eyes drooped slightly, and there was a faint shadow under his eyelashes.
”Ha ha, dare not admit it?” Liang Xiaoyu follows Xin Zezhao's eyes and asks provocatively.
Liang Xiaoyu's words, like a sharp sword, hit Xin Zezhao somewhere in his heart, which made him very angry. But his angry expression just flashed by. In a short time, Xin Zezhao was back to his old impassive iceberg face.
The complexion immediately a cold, rely on the advantage of tall body, condescending with arrogant squint at cool small more than one eye, long cold eyes of disgust at a glance.
”You are nothing but a plaything. Don't take yourself too seriously.”
Hearing the harsh words with sharp spines, Liang Xiaoyu's face was not the same at all, and the smile on her face was as invariable as a mask.
”Then why are you angry? Who am I with and what does it matter to you? Or are you afraid that I'm going to tarnish your brother? ” Liang Xiaoyu's epilogue rises, which seems to imply something.
All of a sudden, Xin Zezhao's eyes coagulated, and his eyes were like a knife across Liang Xiaoyu's face, overflowing with murderous air.
With a thin cocoon, a strong hand stretched forward, mercilessly clasped Liang Xiaoyu's delicate and white neck. Xin Zezhao tightly pursed his lips, but his hand was gradually forced.
Liang Xiaoyu suddenly felt that the air around her became thin, and the feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath constantly came to her. Out of the instinct of survival, her slender hand constantly patted Xin Zezhao's strong arm.
Knowing that Liang Xiaoyu's white face turned red, her forehead was dripping with sweat, and the strength of her struggle was weakening, Xin Zezhao released her hand with great restraint.