After a while, another gust of wind swept by, Rong Yi opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the little man in the flowers under the schoolhouse, and smiled slightly.

The scent of flowers in summer is strong, and the weather is sultry.

Ming Yulong ate another piece of osmanthus cake, yawned, and looked at the pile of white swaying bodies running in front of her, like small flowers trembling in the wind,

She crossed her feet, shook her head, and said:

"This sesame big voice has no momentum at all. Who can hear me!

I knew that Lu Dao wanted to make some demands with them, at least let everyone within a radius of ten miles be shaken! ”

As soon as Ming Yulong finished speaking, he heard someone attached to his ear, the breeze mixed with slow words, and the soft voice was like a light hook on a string, trembling, fluttering, drilling into his heart,

"Yes, if I had known the Dao, I shouldn't have brought you to the National Prison."

The smell mixed with the fragrance of flowers is clean and cold, blowing in her ears, brushing the fluff around her ears, and spreading to the whole body, like a beautiful dream, tempting people's hearts.

Ming Yulong was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned his head, his cheeks brushed over the slippery place, and he was facing a pair of dark and narrow eyes, like the bewildering pupils of a charm in the dark night, exuding ambiguous information.

She immediately jumped up and took three steps back, and then raised her hand to wipe her cheek fiercely,

"Rong Yi, are you possessed by a ghost? I like to talk to people's ears! ”

After speaking, she raised her hand and wiped her cheek, she touched Rong Yi's nose just now.

His nose is so high and straight, it's normal to rub against the tip of his nose, it can't be lips, absolutely not!

Rong Yi looked at her slightly red little face, smiled lightly, and straightened up with her bent body, her slender body like a flower tree.

His fingers lifted, little by little, little by little, slowly stroking from his lips.

The gesture was full of temptation, little by little, very slowly.

The white jade fingertips and the light red lips intertwine the enchanting temptation.

If people see him like this, I am afraid that it will be a nosebleed spraying three liters, and I will have to go crazy for him for three lives.

Ming Yulong, who saw it, trembled all over, and had only one thought, that is, to take a watermelon knife and shout - I will cut your peach blossoms with one sword!

What a laugh, this cheeky black-bellied!

She yelled at Rong Yi with a little face that didn't know whether she was angry or red:

"I didn't touch your mouth, what are you touching!"

Although she has good concentration, she can't stand this black-bellied demon using the soul hooking method in front of her!

Rong Yi looked at her crimson little face, with a smile in her eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Alas, you deliberately took the opportunity to rub against me, and didn't allow me to touch the place where I was rubbed?"

Seeing that his smile was meaningful, Ming Yulong said angrily:

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't touch your mouth, it's the nose, the nose is okay!"

Rong Yi shook his head and said disappringly:

"When I touch my mouth or my nose, I don't know what to do until I experience it myself.

You say it's the nose, I say the mouth. In this case, it is better to sit down in the position you just placed and try again. ”

"Well, lest you wronged me!" Ming Yulong was determined to move forward, sitting on the original convex stone, and said seriously:

"You see, I was sitting here just now, and you came from behind, and you put it behind my ear, and then I turned my head......"

She said seriously, but she didn't notice the sparkling eyes of the man behind her, and the slimness under the bend.