The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   "Candle." Jiang Li'an whispered in a subtle atmosphere, "The power went out..."

"How many?"

   His tone is straight and his tone is low, and he has a good voice, which makes one can't help but think that such a voice is extremely unstable when breathing.

  The conversation seems to be really an ordinary neighborhood relationship.

  Jiang Li'an took a half step back: "I don't need it anymore..."

   She took a step back, and the boy took a step forward, blocking her in front of the door, and there was no way to go back.

   "What are you running? They're all knocking on the door." He laughed.

Jiang Li'an's back slammed into her own door. When she came out, the door was not closed tightly. As soon as she hit it, the door made a slight noise and opened. She stood in the corridor and looked at Shen Qingzhuo's eyebrows, her heartbeat was chaotic, and there was some kind of danger. The warning was raised to the extreme: "I really don't want to borrow it!"

   After she finished speaking, she stepped back half a step and stepped on the door of the house, trying to close the door, but the white sneakers stepped on the threshold, blocking the closing action, cold and arrogant, and then a slender and thin figure forced his way in!

   Before Jiang Li'an could react, he was pushed to the black cabinet next to the entrance. The cabinet collided with a thud, and his back slammed into the corners of some stubborn people.

   "Bang—" The door was closed by Shen Qingzhuo, and with a click, it was locked.

   blocked all the stunned eyes outside!

  The members of the Youth League seem to know something? I don't know what happened! Look at each other with wide eyes!

   Are they familiar?

  There is a situation!

   Is this the legendary hanging up for love?

   Shen Qingzhuo, a guy who values ​​sex over friends, caused them to be wiped out!

   No regrets yet!

   There is no call in the house, and the living room is also dark.

  Shen Qingzhuo lazily blocked her in front of the cabinet, with one hand on Jiang Li'an's side, her posture was slightly arched, and her back line was sharp.

   "Don't borrow something else?" He lowered his thin eyelids, as if he was not the one doing all the offensive behavior, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he made a calm and indistinct voice.

  The space is narrow, she was forced to a corner by him, and in front of her was the hot and slightly scorching body temperature.

Jiang Li'an's hands had nowhere to rest, so he pushed them and put them in front of him, just in front of him. There was only a thin layer of clothing, which didn't work, so he shrank back hot and hung on his side, fingertips. Slightly numb, curled up uncomfortably.

   "Borrow, borrow what?" The line of sight just happened to see the other party's black T-shirt loose, revealing half of the cold white and **** collarbone, Na Na avoided his gaze and asked along his words.

The boy played with her hair with his fingertips, and the black hair was wrapped around the slender phalanx. It was a hand that was used to playing musical instruments. It made people imagine the trembling picture when these hands touched the whole body and touched every inch of skin. .

"Borrow for one night." Shen Qingzhuo lowered his head, his face approached her, all the hot breath sprayed on Jiang Li'an's face, and then tilted his head under her dodging movements, her thin lips just fell on her ear, her voice was slightly hoarse, her lips Jiao was still smiling, lustful and rambunctious, slightly cynical.

The    slanted voice is a cold statement, and the sense of contradiction makes people bloody.

  Jiang Li'an's eyes widened unexpectedly, shocked and annoyed, and wanted to leave: "I don't!"

   Before he finished speaking, he was directly hugged by him on the dark black tabletop of the cabinet, his eyes were level with him, he was standing, and she was sitting on the table.

"Shh—" The slender and distinct fingers pressed on the girl's blushing and soft lips. Just after taking a shower, it was extraordinarily red, as bright as a beautiful rouge. The boy rubbed it lightly, her lips trembled slightly, and she smiled. Now, her fingertips caressed her lips, like some kind of flirtation with ease.