The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Yun Zheng deserves a better woman.

Lin Qingran exerted all her strength and pushed one of his arms away. When Yun Zheng was caught off guard, she pushed one of his arms away. Lin Qingran ran out, as if there was some monster chasing her behind her. Running wildly, not seeing your fingers, running in the dark.

She ran as hard as she could, and she had reached the entrance of the cave, and she could get out of the cave in a few steps. As long as she went out, this grotesque world would return to normal. Yun Zheng was still the smiling young man.

But when she was about to step out of the cave, she was dragged back by Yun Zheng, who pressed her against the stone wall with a backhand.

This time, his whole body was tightly attached to her body, making her unable to move. The strong manly breath completely submerged her.

Under the dim light, the man's eyes were deep and frantic, flickering with hidden danger... Such eyes are too chaotic and too hot, like a kind of raging that has reached its limit!

Anxiety and panic trembled all over his body, wanting to escape, but his body was like a natural cage, unable to take a step at all, and the whole person stood stiffly between his arms as if frozen.

Lin Qingran struggled desperately: "You... let me go, let me go!"

"What else can you say besides asking me to let you go?"

Lin Qingran's struggling movements stopped, and her heart was startled. At this time, Yun Zheng's tone was unprecedentedly complicated, with a deep and indelible sadness.

While she was slightly stunned, the gentle and domineering touch swept her mouth again, and her breath was taken away instantly.

This time's kiss was different from the madness just now, but full of cherished tenderness, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world, worthy of his cherishing all over the world.

He smiled softly, looked at her intently, with deep and pure eyes: "Xiaoran!" He stretched out his pale and slender palms to her cheeks, and his voice was soft and obsessive: "What should I do, You can only want me...and you can be willing to accept me..."

With such a humble tone, such humble words, such deep eyes, a certain part of my heart seemed to be pinched by someone's hands, and it stabbed my heart!

"Xiaoran...you tell me...what am I going to do..." The slender fingers stroked Lin Qingran's cheek, with sorrow and worship.

"You...don't do this!"

After a moment of daze, the caress on her face woke her up, and she grabbed his hand: "Yun Zheng, don't do this, we are friends, just friends." The other hand wiped away the remaining breath from the corner of her mouth, and her whole body Shaking faintly.

"Xiaoran, I don't want to be friends...be fair to me...give me a chance...Xiaoran, give me a chance...don't let me go so desperate...every time I get close...it's like using I tried my best...Xiaoran...I'm afraid that one day I'll run out of strength and I won't be able to get close to you again..." The elegant face is deep and complicated, and the blurred black pupils are burning with absolute light: "Xiao Ran, what I want to do is - your man is definitely not a friend."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Qingran became a little annoyed.

"I'm not talking nonsense, you know, you've always known...you've always known how to drag Yun Zheng, who is indifferent and wanting nothing, to the ground, making him almost crazy, you know how to make him sleepless at night, thinking I can't help but feel so much pain...Xiaoran, you know, you've always known." The painful expression was full of sadness.