There was an unconcealable surprise in the depths of the man's eyes, and then he smiled with relief: "Your eyes are really poisonous......

"No matter how people change, but their eyes can't change," Zi Ye looked at him coldly: "We met twice in a few days...... It can't be fate, right? ”

"Haha, it's fate," the man sat down beside her disapprovingly, leaned forward suddenly, and smiled seductively: "Isn't it?" ”

Zi Ye's upper body instinctively shrank back, but her head hit the wall behind her with a "bang", and she retracted her head with a sigh of pain, who knew that the man in front of her had no intention of retreating, and let the tip of her nose hit his lips.

The warm breath came from the tip of his nose, and Zi Ye was stunned for a moment, and then instinctively slapped it over.

"Stream. Hooligans ......"

The man's posture remained unchanged, his eyes kept locking her deep eyes, and his wrist seemed to raise his hand casually to hold her wrist accurately, which was very arrogant.

"Who flows. People? ”

"You ......" Zi Ye's body suddenly retreated cautiously again, and looked at him with a crimson face: "You flow." Hooligans ......"

The corners of the man's lips suddenly blurred a charming smile, and his body suddenly took an unceremonious step closer: "This is a bit too much...... I don't know my ionic current. Where are you......"

There was a mellow masculine aura on his body, which made Zi Ye a little flustered, his heart was like a deer, his brain seemed to be short-circuited, and he couldn't find the right words to refute it for a while, but he subconsciously froze there, keeping a distance from him.

"You...... You just ...... What am I ...... then?"

"Just now?" Ion Xuan frowned slightly, as if he was reminiscing, and suddenly smiled: "You mean, your nose kissed my lips?" If that's the flow. If you are a scoundrel, it seems that you are the one who is the stream. Hooligans, huh? Because you took the initiative to kiss my ......"

"You're too scoundrel...... "Zi Ye's pretty face was crimson, her eyes were shy and dodgy, and she was even more charming: "The one who uses the lips is the kiss, obviously you kissed me......"

"Is that so......"

Ion Xuan's right hand suddenly clamped her chin, locked it domineeringly, and kissed her lips without warning.

An electric shock-like feeling instantly spread on Zi Ye's body, she never dreamed that she could attract this peach blossom luck in men's clothing.

Her eyes blinked for a long time, and Zi Ye suddenly realized that she had been eaten tofu by others.

With a coquettish sound, Zi Ye suddenly pushed him away forcefully, and jumped to the side like a frightened bird: "Who is that...... How dare you kiss me......"

"Ion Xuan......" Ion Xuan pointed to his heart, and smiled even more springily: "You can call me Zixuan, or Xuan ......"

"You pull it down," Zi Ye felt a chill: "Young master, I'm not interested in men......"

"It's okay, we can slowly cultivate interest," Ion Xuan smiled very ambiguously. Ambiguous, the ink-dyed eyes have a fascinating charm: "Master, if I am interested in you, I will become a ......"

"Ionic ...... Ion Xuan, right? Zi Ye's fingertips suddenly pointed to the tip of Ion Xuan's nose: "This time, young master, I should have nothing happening, if there is a next time, don't blame the young master for beating you all over the ground......

Ion Xuan smiled charmingly, and suddenly opened her mouth to kiss her fingertips, so frightened that Zi Ye hurriedly withdrew her fingers and carried them behind her in a panic.

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