Chapter 1278： I spend all my flowers to kill (1/2)

Dense room.

Although the sun was shining outside, it was still dim inside, only the faint candlelight was supporting it, and it was against the whole darkness.

Transfer from study to bedroom.

Guangliang worked hard along the intercommunicating door, and stretched past the bricks bit by bit.

Extending to the belts scattered on the ground, red shirts, black robes, blue jade jackets, snow robes ...

Spread to the bedside, two pairs of shoes nestled together, extremely close.

At this point, the light was already very weak, and it slowly climbed onto the bed, then lay on the quilt, and could no longer move.

The light fell on the person's face on the bed, curled eyelashes fluttered, and after a while, his eyes opened slowly.

The gloomy and soft situation left her a little confused, and for a moment, she didn't know where she was.

I just wanted to move my body, but I felt sour, and then a strong imprisonment came from the waist. There was a unique breath of the male between the wings, and suddenly there were many memories in my head.

Her flexible lips ignited her everywhere, her ubiquitous fingers wandering around, leaving traces of traces everywhere, no matter how she asked for mercy, he sealed all her nagging with her lips.

She was awake all of a sudden and didn't dare to think about it.

Without opening the quilt, she can imagine what kind of ambiguous traces she has.

She couldn't help but feel depressed and worried, wasn't she just worried about him, was she wrong?

Actually, actually ... she blushed, punishing her like this!

When she was immersed in annoyed emotions, those black ink eyes had slowly opened, like the rising sun rising on the dark horizontal line, all of a sudden lighted up the whole skin like snow, like a sleepy The flower of kaolin suddenly bloomed, and in a split second, the flowers were killed.

Suddenly, the temperature in the air dropped a little.

A gaze stared at himself.

On the neck, the warm breath sprayed on it, itching.

However, the memory of last night came in, and she had a bad feeling.

Can she lie down and pretend to sleep?

The thought had just flashed, and the iron-like, hard hand suddenly pulled back, bringing her into her arms.

She wanted to cry without tears, and the method of feigning death didn't seem to work.

Struggling in her heart for a while, she raised her head as though she was dead, with a very bright smile on her face, ”Big ice, good morning! Did you sleep well last night?”

With this question, she almost wanted to bite off her tongue.

But when facing those charming eyes, the thoughts in her mind suddenly stopped.

The person in front lay sideways on the couch, with one hand resting on her ear and one hand clasping her waist, her posture was arrogantly lazy, and her cold appearance was far from normal.

She didn't know why he had such a change overnight, but--

She couldn't help but swallowed her mouth. A high face value was good. No matter what action she took, she was so unsettling.