Chapter 283: The Sect Master Is Inhumane (3)
Looking at her action of swallowing tea, her white neck and throat rolled and rolled, sexy and sultry, and charming!
He couldn't help but feel thirst in his throat, and a fire rose in his eyes, and the scorching flames made his blood-colored eyes seem to burn.
Her eyebrows frowned slightly, and his fiery gaze seemed to see her through, as if he was stripping her naked with his eyes, naked \uff0f naked and full of lust.
On the contrary, he is a person who has no temperature in his whole body, even in his heart.
She glanced at him deeply, and he asked, "What are you thinking?" ”
"I want to take your eyes off and see if it's cold or hot. lest thy eyes be too lewd. ”
"Hehehe......" He chuckled a few more times, his smile unfathomable.
She shook the teacup in her hand in a slightly annoyed way, and the remaining half cup of tea was thrown at him.
He stood still and didn't move, his own true qi was like a natural isolation barrier, and the tea he spilled slid down with the true qi barrier, bit by bit, splashing a bit of strange beauty.
The black phantom flashed, and he was already beside her, and his slender fingers took the teacup in her hand and brought it to his lips, licking the rim of the cup where she had drunk the tea, and his eyes stayed on her beautiful face like a flame.
The ambiguous and flirtatious action is like licking not a teacup, but her.
She squinted slightly and cursed, "Perverted! ”
"Do you know what I'm thinking?" He pinched the cup in the palm of his hand, and clenched it tightly, and the cup turned into powder and floated down from his slightly loose palm, "This seat wants to peel off your clothes one by one, press them under your body, and go in and out of your body fiercely, ravaging to death, and not letting go until death!" ”
She was chilled when she heard it, and her cold eyes released a faint murderous intent.
The cold wind poured in from the window, the wind blew the green silk, her long hair fluttered with the wind, the white clothes were better than the snow, as beautiful as a fairy, like a fairy, and like a ghostly evil charm, so glamorous!
His breath was held for a moment at this moment, and the blood-colored eyes had a deep and unclear meaning in addition to the heat of desire.
Suddenly, the corners of his lips hooked up an evil smile, "Yun, you are angry. ”
Originally, she was not angry in the face of a pervert, and when she heard him call her affectionately, she raised her eyebrows in displeasure, "Did you take the wrong medicine?" Who allowed you to call me that? ”
"Sooner or later, this seat will tame you into a docile cat." He didn't care about her anger, and put his arm around her shoulder, looking down at her, "Why don't you fall into the trap of your appearance?" ”
"Not interested."
The burning in his eyes receded slightly, and a trace of contradiction flashed in his heart, "You never wonder what kind of face is under the mask on the left side of this seat?" ”
"I'm not interested in you, let alone your face." She raised her eyes and looked at the unusually handsome right side of his face, "Do you care about my thoughts?" ”
"Of course not." The denial is very fast, but it seems to be disguised.
She looked at the round moon outside the window, the moonlight was bright, dyeing the dark earth with a layer of silver, and the cold wind blew the shadow of the tree, and a bit of bleak chill blew into the room.
Her face was stunningly picturesque, and her expression was as serene as water, as quiet as midnight.
His gaze fell on her for a moment, and a little obsession ignited in his evil pupils that he had not even noticed.
Neither of them spoke, and the room was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.