Chapter 4: Frozen into a popsicle
After taking several photos in a row, Luo Xiaoqian jumped out of bed and checked the photos in the camera, only frowning.
These, it's all too clear, right?!
ruthlessly, she directly adjusted the camera to video mode, adjusted the angle, and jumped on the bed again.
After a while, the quilt was covered to cover the bodies of the two, and the shoulder straps of the clothes were slid down the shoulders, and then Leng Zimo's head was pulled over and placed on her body, making it look like he was going to kiss her.
After a while, he pressed him under him and pretended to kiss him.
……
Looking through a few snapshots on her phone, she was still not satisfied.
"For the sake of red, for the money, fight!"
Mustering up courage and pulling Leng Zimo's palm, Luo Xiaoqian gritted her teeth and stuffed his hand into her camido.
The man's palms were warm, and although they were blocked by clothes, some of his fingers were still in direct contact with her skin, and the real touch only made her heart beat a little faster in an instant.
The body seems to be heating up all at once.
Engaging in scandals is also hard work, obviously it is the weather in early spring, she actually feels so hot!
Stopping Leng Zimo's arm again, wrapping around her waist, she grabbed his fingers with one hand and brought them to her lips, pressing the shutter of her mobile phone.
In the photo, the man is lying on top of her with his face closed, although the two are still more than ten centimeters away, looking like he is going to kiss her.
"Perfect!" Luo Xiaoqian pressed the lock screen button with satisfaction, "Call it a day!" ”
Raised his hand to grab Leng Zimo's arm on her body, and his eyes inadvertently touched his face, meeting his eyes that had opened at some point.
Where is the eye, it is clearly a knife and a gun.
Just closed his eyes, a beautiful man like a male god, instantly turned into a demon.
Luo Xiaoqian put her finger on her mobile phone, silently took off her hand, and slid down the quilt to the ground.
"I ...... You...... I...... No...... ...... to the
Luo Xiaoqian said incoherently, and it took a moment to reflect and want to escape.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
A palm grabbed her arm like a pincer and pulled her back into place.
There was a thud.
Her head hit the head of the bed hard, but fortunately she had put a pillow on her before so that it didn't hurt too much.
"Who are you?!"
Suppressing her, Leng Zimo's voice was as cold as the night sea of the cold winter moon, enough to freeze her into a popsicle.
"I ...... I'm a floor attendant! Luo Xiaoqian came back to her senses and struggled to push him away, "I...... I have breasts...... ......Kah
She wanted to say badge, but the man suddenly clenched her arm, and the pain made her scream immediately.
Feeling his gaze, Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand in a panic to pull up the quilt, but as soon as her hand was raised, she was already grabbed by him and pressed on top of her head along with the previous one.
"Who the hell are you?!"
The man's dark eyes were terrifyingly deep, as if he could see through her with just one glance, and she didn't dare to look into his eyes, for fear that her eyes would betray her secrets.
She quickly turned her little brain melon and started editing.
"I ...... I'm a fan of yours and I've always adored you, so ...... So I got your message and wanted to come in and ask you for an autograph......"
Leng Zimo frowned and looked at her face.
On her face, the fat powder is not applied, it is extremely clean, but the skin is as smooth as a shelled egg under the light, and on the palm-sized face, the eyebrows and facial features are exquisite, especially the pair of eyes, the long eyelashes are thick like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow on the face, and the purity of the eyes is like a lake on the plateau.