The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 380

The young man seemed to have listened to the girl's words, but he didn't speak, he just tilted his head and looked at the girl doubtfully.

With the long black hair, following the movements of the young man, a few strands of hair hang down gently on the beauty's thin shoulders.

Before Aunt Jiang could speak, suddenly, the other party's snow-white and cold fingertips landed on the side of her neck.

Jiang Yu didn't understand what he was trying to do, but she felt the other party's fingertips rubbing against the side of her neck. She saw the young man's brows frowning tightly for a second, as if Some are unhappy.

Not happy?
Before I figured out what was going on, the fingertips that had been rubbing the side of her neck just now suddenly increased their strength, making her feel hot and painful.

The old ancestor immediately became unhappy, she stretched out her hand to push away the young man in front of her, and took a few steps back at the same time.

The girl glared at him displeased.

You put it here to murder your ancestors!

She was just about to teach this ignorant guy a lesson, but suddenly saw Luo Heng being pushed away by her, with drooping brows and eyes, and tightly pursed lips, looking aggrieved at the blush on her fingertips.

Aunt Jiang's eyes couldn't help falling on Luo Heng's rouge-stained fingertips, and she was a little stunned.

Of course she didn't forget that it was Luo Heng who just rubbed off the side of her neck.

...was on her?

Aunt Jiang thought of it belatedly, probably... Maybe it belonged to that young lady.

Aunt Jiang raised her hand and touched the place where Luo Heng rubbed her just now, it still hurt a little.

Touched it, looked down, yo ho, there are more!

It seems that this rouge is quite durable.

Aunt Jiang didn't pay much attention, she planned to turn around and pour some tea, just wipe it off.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, her wrist was held by a young man who was walking close to her.

Aunt Jiang: "?"

She looked over suspiciously.

The young man was very quiet and didn't speak, he led her to the table,

The pure white and elegant handkerchief was soaked with some tea, Luo Heng lowered his long eyelashes, and silently wiped off the rouge that had been rubbed off for Aunt Jiang.

The young man was very close to her, and for a moment, Jiang Yu's breath seemed to be the faint cedar fragrance from the other party's body.

She raised her long eyelashes and looked at him, and she could see the young man's bright red slender lips, but they were tightly pursed at this moment, as if it was because of some displeasure.

But it didn't prevent Aunt Jiang from admiring it, she was still pretty and attractive.

He lowered his long eyelashes, long and thick like crow feathers, like a small and exquisite feather fan, the candlelight flickered over, casting a ghostly and pure shadow under the eyelids.

Aunt Jiang stopped breathing for a moment.

Sure enough, no matter how many planes she changed, she would still be deeply attracted by the beauty of the various fragments of Chuyu.

The young man wiped it for a while and then began to look at it for a while, then Jiang Yu saw him smiling slowly with the corners of his lips curled up. A burst of warmth.

Aunt Jiang swallowed her saliva, she was so tempted to be seduced by the beauty, her lust was at work.

She stared at the young man's sexy Adam's apple, smooth chin, thin red lips, and even the perfect face, and wanted to come closer to kiss and touch them one by one.

But Aunt Jiang hadn't practiced her lust, but a warm and soft touch suddenly fell on the side of her neck.

She was stunned.

The slender and beautiful young man bent down, his long snow-white fingers silently and gently wrapped her waist, and his slender and bright red lips fell on the side of her neck.

(End of this chapter)