The breath of a man pressed over strongly.

Smelling the unique chocolate-like aroma in the air, Luo Xiaoqian was inexplicably nervous, and her heart became a little more anxious.

He...... What is he going to do again?!

Leng Zimo's face stopped less than ten centimeters away from her face, and a pair of ink eyes stared at her aggressively.

"You seem to have forgotten who you are now!"

There was anger in his tone.

Knowing that there were countless reporters waiting for her, he came here to take her away.

What about her?

As soon as she came, she shook his face, who did she think she was?

The tall man was carrying the light, and there was a layer of frost-like gloom on his handsome face, feeling the sense of oppression in his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian only felt a cold sweat break out in the palms of his hands.

Yes, what is her identity, she is just a woman under other people's purses, she is not as good as a servant, why should she lose her temper with him.

She bit her lip and whispered.

"My phone is broken, if you don't believe me, you can see it yourself!"

On her lips, the wound he bit yesterday was still there, and now it was pulled vigorously, and the scabbed wound had been tied open again, and blood was spilling out.

As she spoke, bloodshot flickered in the light.

Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to brush a few strands of messy hair from her face.

The broken hair moved away, and several finger marks on the side of her face were immediately exposed.

His brow furrowed even tighter.

Leaning over to the side, he wanted to get a closer look at the wound on her face.

Luo Xiaoqian thought that he was going to bite her like yesterday to punish her, and subconsciously ducked to the side.

Capturing the look of rejection in her eyes, Leng Zimo's anger was instantly full.

She dared to hate him!

The relaxed fingers tightened again, and he leaned over his lips and kissed her domineeringly.

Luo Xiaoqian wanted to dodge, but his hand was clenching her jaw, not only had nowhere to hide, but even if he wanted to bite him and fight back, he couldn't do it.

She pushed him, shoved him.

But he, heavy as a mountain, can't shake the slightest.

As if worried that she would repeat her old tricks, one of his legs had pressed over at some point, squeezing hers.

Luo Xiaoqian's resistance became weaker and weaker, and all the air was taken away by him, and she gasped sharply.

There was only a thin layer of practice clothes between the back and the glass, as if the whole person was chilled.

A few grievances rose uncontrollably in her heart, and there were some tears in her eyes.

Tears slid down the corners of his eyes and onto his lips.

Leng Zimo didn't realize it until she was almost unable to breathe, and he didn't let go of her.

Her face, pear blossoms with rain, is ambiguous and seductive, but it can't help but give birth to pity.

Noticing the tears flashing in her eyes, he was inexplicably irritated.

"The wound on the face, what's going on?"

His hand was grabbed by him, Luo Xiaoqian just lowered her face and squeezed back her tears, so that she didn't want to cry in front of him.

"It's none of your business!" There was a sense of detachment in her stubborn voice.

"Don't forget, your body is mine now, not only your body, but everything, is!" Pinching her chin and making her look at him, Leng Zimo said domineeringly, "There is no next time!" ”

Letting go of her, he straightened up, "Change your clothes and come with me!" ”

Luo Xiaoqian had no choice, got up and walked to her backpack, she raised her hand to wipe his marks off her lips.

"Don't wipe it!"

Behind her, Leng Zimo spoke domineeringly.

Bastards, mad dogs, tyrants!

Scolding angrily in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian bent over and walked into the changing room with her backpack.