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

Lin Qingran can swear that she has lived two lifetimes, but she has never known that a person's voice can contain such a strong and suffocating emotion——

"Xiaoran, I like you!"

After his voice fell, the person in his arms didn't move. It seemed that he was even breathing shallowly. He groped for her left hand hanging by her side, and held it gently. His eyes flashed, and his expression was the most calm. "Xiaoran, everyone in the world says that I am as gentle as jade, but I myself know it best. However, I am cold and talkative by nature. I have never been a womanizer, and I don't care what the world thinks of me. I am attracted to you. Unexpectedly..."

There was difficulty in his voice that Lin Qingran couldn't understand, as if such words had been hidden in his heart for thousands of years, dried up in the air, buried deeply, and now he suddenly saw the excitement and joy of seeing the sun again, after a long time of vicissitudes.

"But I don't want to let go. What I want has never been so clear. Xiaoran, why don't you give me a chance?"

Where is it that refuses to give you a chance?It's because I can't give you the chance you want?

Thinking of this, her chest felt tight, she opened her hazy eyes, faced the darkness and said, "I, I...I can't..."

Yun Zheng listened to her soft and hoarse whispers, looked at her pretty face that was slightly naive after drinking, and listened to her inarticulate, drunken words.

"What's wrong?" His voice was seductive, but his heart felt annoyed for no reason. His eyes slipped and stayed on her slightly trembling lips, because she had just drank water. With a layer of moving moisture, it makes the vermilion lips have a soft light red and moist luster.

His eyes gradually darkened, as if something was fermenting in his body, he endured the deepening floating, quietly waiting for Lin Qingran's answer.

"I can't... I like you, it's... I can't... I can't..." The alcohol became stronger, Lin Qingran mumbled intermittently, but she finally said what was in her heart. Her vision was already blurred, but she couldn't She didn't find the man hugging her. After hearing his words clearly, her complexion sank instantly, and there was a faint prelude to the storm, and then she narrowed her eyes slightly, with deep eyes and a shallow tone, and continued to induce: "Why not? Why can't you like me?"

If Lin Qingran hadn't been drunk at this time, she would definitely have noticed the dangerous aura in Yun Zheng's tone, and would naturally keep silent, or think about it before answering, but at this time she was already drunk She has lost her sense of danger, so she replied very honestly: "Well... it's sick... it can't give it... it can't give you what you want..." When she spoke, her right hand was slightly bent clutching his chest.

Because of cherishing it, Lin Qingran didn't want Yun Zheng to put his heart on her. A person like him deserves the best woman in the world, not a woman like her with this broken and pale heart.

Yun Zheng was listening to her say "I can't give it", and finally couldn't suppress the eager heart in his body anymore. He turned around and pressed her against the car wall, and pressed her body tightly against her body. He shrouded her in his own shadow below him, stretched his slender palms towards her cheeks, and his tone contained a bit of obsession.

"Silly girl, if you want to give it to me, don't give it if you can't, just accept it with peace of mind."