The branches swayed, and countless leaves fell, like falling rain.

Now that he has already advanced to the rank of a god-level martial artist, the power of this punch should not be underestimated.

Behind him, footsteps crept closer, and immediately after, a palm reached out to him.

The purple disciple turned around suddenly, grabbed and pressed, and at the same time took a step forward, squeezing the other party against the tree.

"Purple ......"

The other party suppressed a scream, and the purple disciple was instantly petrified.

"Luo ...... Luo Jia, why are you? ”

His arm was still across her neck, Luo Jia and Ben were out of breath, and their little faces were just flushed, "I...... I ......"

Zitu came back to his senses, and was busy letting go of her, watching her slide down the tree, he was busy stretching out his two hands, gently holding her arm with two fingers, clamping Luo Jia to the grass, and straightening his body.

"Ahem......"

Luo Jia stood where she was, coughing violently.

The purple disciple stood aside, his face full of panic.

"Right...... I'm sorry, I ...... I do not know...... It's you! ”

He panicked and coughed, and both of them stammered.

"I didn't ...... It's okay, cough...... I...... When I saw the tree, I thought it was ...... Thought there was an enemy...... Cough...... So come and have a look. Luo Jia gasped, "You...... What are you doing here? ”

"I ......" Zitu was dumbfounded, standing in place, not knowing how to respond, "I ......"

He's never been good at lying, but he can't tell the truth, saying that he's angry with himself because he has dirty thoughts about her?

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Some things, the more they are suppressed, the more they bounce back.

Just like at this moment.

The purple disciple stammered and didn't know how to respond, but his eyes looked at her unconsciously, and the mood that had just calmed down instantly began to be chaotic again.

She was right in front of him, the sun streaming in through the leaves overhead, and some of the light struck her in the face.

Because she had just been pressed to the tree by him as an enemy, the clothes she had just arranged were a little wrinkled, the neckline was faintly exposed to the half-curved collarbone, and the dark green dress matched it, and the skin looked more and more white as snow.

It's like the jade tofu that his mother made for him when he was a child, which made him swallow saliva unconsciously.

Zitu was busy raising his gaze, but this lift was falling on her eyes.

Her eyes were like jewels, crystal clear, making him feel ashamed of himself, and he didn't dare to look at her, and he lowered his eyes slightly.

So, I saw her lips.

The pink lips are slightly separated, revealing a little neat little white teeth.

The lips are extremely delicate and pink, like ......

The purple disciple hadn't thought of anything yet, and had already swallowed his saliva first.

At this time, Luo Jia had already taken a step forward with a smile, raised a palm, and pinched a broken leaf from his hair.

"Look at you, it's full of leaves!"

Throwing the leaf away from his hand, Luo Jia grabbed his shoulder, and then raised his arm to pluck another leaf from his hair.

Luo Jia was shorter than him, and she lifted his face to pick the leaves, and the breath she exhaled hit him in the face.

Her fingers, the clothes were on his shoulders, but she could still feel the faint heat.

The slight heat was immediately infinitely amplified, as if a soldering iron was about to burn his heart.

What was especially terrifying was that the fingers she had helped him pick leaves gently brushed his hair, like feathers brushing through his heart, making his heart shrink tightly. The purple disciple subconsciously took a step back.