Help!Shang Lian Zong was captured by a paper man

Chapter 123 Just now, isn't it wonderful?
With a "buzz", like a volcanic eruption, Jiang Luo was about to be melted by the molten heat.

She was flushed as if she had just been in a sauna.

Standing still, posing as if you were doing a high school problem, racking your brains, the CPU was running at high speed.

Unfortunately, even so, I couldn't make up a decent reason.

Open your mouth a few times and close it a few times.

Can't speak, can't say a word.

"Sister, you kissed me first..."

"Ah ah ah ah..."

A sharp cry sounded suddenly, and then it was output without stopping.

As if someone had stepped on his tail, Jiang Luo swung his arms like he was paddling.

I don't want to hear that piercing words, so I can only interrupt physically.

He Ziyan was startled by her "convulsion" for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

The little milk cat's hair is so cute.

The terrible words stopped, and Jiang Luo also stopped.

He took a breath, cleared his throat, pretended to be calm, and just pretended that the "crazy" just didn't exist. Relying on his belief as an actor, he forcefully explained: "I just want...don't disturb your rest, you should be... tired too Alright..."

During these few words, her eyes kept floating, and she still didn't know where to land.

For her to look at He Ziyan now, it would be better to kill her and stare at a corner of the bed.

The room was as bright as day, and the folds on the thin quilt were clearly visible.

Going up along the arched outline is He Ziyan's smiling face, his snow-white skin is slightly pinkish, like the Tianshan Mountains in the evening, with a large snow scene against the smudged red clouds.

"Sister, I'm not tired." He half leaned against the head of the bed, staring at her with a frivolous tone.

The topic is going in strange directions.

Only then did Jiang Luo realize what a wrong head he had made, so he closed his eyes heavily.

"Stop calling me sister." Shame was about to engulf her.

Sister, represents a more mature attitude and a more rational choice.

But for her, she let her desires roam freely in the wilderness.

Indulgence, capricious.

This is not what a sister should do.

He Ziyan pursed his lips, "Okay, Luoluo."

Even "Luo Luo", which sounded like a big or small thing before, has become much more pleasing to the ear.

The neck was always low and tired, but it was covered with "moral shackles" and couldn't lift it up. After standing for a while, Jiang Luo wanted to say goodbye. He just opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he was told by He Ziyan. Robbing Bai: "I'll see you off."

"No..." All words were lost the moment He Ziyan lifted the quilt and got up.

Normally, He Ziyan usually wears simple solid-colored shirts or sports sweaters. He looks like a clean and thin boy of seventeen or eighteen.

thin.It was a memory point that He Ziyan left for Jiang Luo.

In addition, he often stands with the strong Ji Bei, which is in sharp contrast, and this impression is continuously deepened.

So much so, Jiang Luo's subconscious mind always believed that He Ziyan's body under the broad top should be thin, or even emaciated.

It is not.

He belonged to the lean type. Because of his excessive whiteness, he looked like fluffy cotton candy, but in fact he was firm and elastic, and every inch of his skin exuded vigorous vitality.

The visual shock made Jiang Luo suddenly recall the touch, his fingertips began to heat up, and his blood seemed to be boiling.

The mermaid line is downward, and the imagination extends to the forbidden area, which is out of control.

The warm touch, the intertwined panting... the memory that I want to ignore is overwhelming.

Jiang Luo suddenly turned around and twisted the door to go out.

A sentence floated in front of the empty door: "You...you put on your clothes first."

On the kitchen table, several glacier-patterned glasses are upside down on a tray, with a penguin-shaped jug in the middle.

Jiang Luo rushed over, picked up a cup, and went to the drinking machine to get water at the speed of being chased by a dog.

Gollum.

Take a sip.

Calm down, be calm.

click.

There was a slight sound of closing the door at the end of the corridor, and then He Ziyan's footsteps gradually approached.

Jiang Luo couldn't help but stop breathing, waiting, not thinking about anything, his mind went blank.

"Fall down."

Hearing that familiar voice, Jiang Luo froze.She only needs to turn another 5 degrees to be able to face He Ziyan who is walking up.

But she didn't move, she stared at the drinking machine, and asked the question in a panic: "Do you want some water?"

If you don't know, you may think she is talking to the drinking machine.

"Okay."

When he was still in the room, He Ziyan's tone was full of joy, which was not obvious. Listening carefully, one could hear the uplifting sense of liveliness in the ending of every sentence.

His eyes were slightly rippling as he stared at Jiang Luo, the corners of his lips curled up, bright and gentle, like the setting sun on a spring evening.

Turning around, Jiang Luo was about to get the cup, but He Ziyan had already handed it over.

Still didn't look at him.

The line of sight is limited to the glass, not daring to move up an inch.

Reach for it.

The glacier pattern feels uneven in the hand, and with a slight movement of the fingertips, it is scorching hot when it touches that person.

Jiang Luo quickly turned to the drinking machine again, put the cup on the water receiving place, and pressed the warm water button.

The water was flowing like a pour, and the small splashing sound was particularly abrupt in this quiet background.

When the water is full, press the stop button again.

"I'll get it."

With this sound, a hand with distinct bones stretched out in front of his eyes.

Looking up his arm, Jiang Luo finally mustered up the courage to look at He Ziyan.

He held the cup with a calm expression, unable to see any thoughts.

"Ziyan, we..."

The words came to his lips, but he didn't say them again.

Jiang Luo wanted to say that she didn't want to start in such a muddle-headed way. Even though there was no foundation left for this relationship, she still wanted a sense of ritual——

A formal confession.

Of course, He Ziyan doesn't have to be for her.

"I know." He Ziyan said quietly.

There was light in the jet-black pupils, like waves on the surface of water shaking gently.

"The assessment period is not over yet." He narrated calmly.

There was no concern on He Ziyan's face.

Although most of the time his expression was so dull and calm, as if it was a block of ice, but after getting along for a long time, Jiang Luo had already figured out that He Ziyan's expressionless expression was just expressionless.

At least, in front of her, he won't be angry.

He's always open to her decisions, whether reasonable or unreasonable.

Jiang Luo's hanging heart sank, and he was able to explain seriously: "I don't want to continue to assess you, but I imagine that being together should be more..." Considering the words, "It's more ritualistic, more formal, and more... …good."

The corner of his mouth collapsed the moment the last word came out, He Ziyan's expression turned cold, and he asked seriously, "Luoluo, just now...wasn't it good?"

"puff."

That's not what it means at all!

Jiang Luo waved his hands anxiously, "I didn't mean that! I meant..."

Seeing the complexion getting darker and the low air pressure rising, Jiang Luo couldn't choose what to say: "It's beautiful, it was beautiful just now, you are amazing!"

Startled for a moment, He Ziyan smiled contentedly.

Jiang Luo: ...Help, what am I talking about?It's better to strike me with lightning.

A face flushed with embarrassment, like an overripe apple.

　Mr. He: Hmph.

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　　This chapter is still going to be revised.

　　Unbelievable, in the end, this weekend, I worked 2 extra days, which was more than the 1.5 days I thought.At the end of the night, I had a scratch-off game, thinking that if I won the prize, I would immediately go up and flip the table.

　　The result... was missed.I still have to go to work tomorrow.

　　In the evening, I sorted out the following plots. There are not many plots left, and I will hurry up and write them later, so that everyone can read them early.Learning from the lessons of this book, I must first save a hundred thousand words before opening the next book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)