The light leaked through the curtain, and occasionally a dot or two fell into his eyes, giving the illusion of being swallowed up by silence.

Ming Yulong was looked at by those pairs of pupils, and felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, as if he had done something bad, he opened his eyes a little uncomfortably, and looked down at the white jade teacup in his palm, "I don't like ......"

Suddenly, I felt that my tone was like a little daughter-in-law who was stealing people and was caught by her husband, and I couldn't help but feel unhappy again, and raised my head and glared at Rong Yi.

"What does this have to do with liking him to hug, it's not like I walk without legs, why do I want someone to hold me for no reason. Even if you let you hug it, you won't necessarily be able to hold it. When I was on the painting boat before, didn't you pull me and think I was sinking? ”

At first, like a puppy, she lowered her head to admit her mistake, and in less than a moment, like a fried cat, she erected the hair all over her body and stretched out her paws to attack him.

Rong Yi smiled silently, "Shen is a little heavy, but since I have already hugged it, I will slowly get used to it." ”

And said she was sinking!

Doesn't this dead belly black girl hate others saying that she is fat?!

"If you think it's sinking, forget it, Nalan Lian took me to fly in the air for a long time, without panting. If you pull me, your body will be crooked, they are also the third sons, and the difference is so big. I don't think I'm too heavy, it's that your body is not good, too weak! ”

Seeing that Rong Yi is tall and long, his wide-sleeved robe sways lightly in the wind, and he is thin and thin.

It must be too empty!

Rong Yi's eyes moved slightly, "Are you sure?" ”

"Of course, otherwise how would you think I'm sinking! You must be physically ill! Ming Yulong held the determination that his weight must not be wronged, and nodded solemnly.

Rong Yi's face remained unchanged, still smiling slightly, her eyes fell meaningfully in her eyes, and she sighed slightly:

"Do you know the truth? When a woman says this, usually the man will only have one move. ”

"What?" Ming Yulong looked at his smile, although it was still so warm, but inexplicably felt a little dangerous, leaning back slightly, ready to flee at any time.

"Hehe......" Rong Yi smiled, his laughter was low and round, like a string plucked at midnight, slowly reaching out, his movement of raising his hand was very slow, in fact, it was so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and when Ming Yulong hadn't reacted, he had already been held in his arms.

"When a man's ability is doubted by a woman, usually, the man will want to tell her what he is ...... No, it doesn't work. ”

His tone was still faint, and he lowered his head slightly, his gaze meeting her raised eyes.

Caught off guard, he was pulled into his arms, Ming Yulong raised his head, half-leaning and half-lying in his arms, looking at him with wide eyes.

From her point of view, he was less than an inch away from her, his breath spraying so thin that even his hairs stained his breath. The fresh rose lips are closed and there is a rich fragrance of potpourri.

The faint fragrance was like a trace of unknown emotion slowly invading the atrium from the tip of her nose and skin, and it disturbed the frequency of her heartbeat!

Faced with the sudden increase in heart rate, Ming Yulong suddenly became afraid.

She reached out and pushed him on the chest, trying to move, but found that there was no strength in her body.

It turned out that in silence, she had been imprisoned in his arms.