Wen Zhili looked at He Luo's anxious appearance, and the smile in his eyes became even stronger. He stared at Helo, and did not speak. He Luo was a little embarrassed, but he didn't know what to say.

He Luo was entangled for a moment, looked at Wen Zhili's eyes and said, "You are all good-looking, but you are the most comfortable." ”

"Comfortable?" Wen Zhili looked at her with some confusion.

He Luo didn't know how to explain better, she walked over and hooked Wen Zhili's arm and pulled him out of this place. As he walked, he said: "Liu Moxing looks too demonic, as if he can hook the soul, it's too scary." Although the second master looks a little similar to you, the frivolity in his eyes makes me feel at ease. As for my brother, he was very handsome, but he was too aggressive, and I was afraid. ”

"Where's Jian You?" Wen Zhili seemed to be curious about what these people were like in He Luo's eyes.

He Luo thought for a while and said, "Master Jian is relatively tough, and he is handsome, but he is not the kind of appearance I will like. ”

The corners of Wen Zhili's mouth slowly rose, and he was about to ask something, but he Luo said: "Doctor An is similar to Ye, but Ye is a humble son, and he is a weak scholar. ”

"You've said so much, but I haven't seen you say half a word about me." Wen Zhili said half-jokingly.

He Luo hugged Wen Zhili's arm, thought about it carefully, and suddenly found that he didn't know how to describe it. She sighed and said, "Master, I think you are very gentle, gentle to everyone. The first time I saw you, I felt like a spring breeze, which made me think that you must be very good at talking, so I wanted to pester you. ”

"What if you met someone else?" As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived at the door of Wen Zhili's room.

He Luo hadn't thought about it, and she stopped. Wen Zhili pulled out his hand and pushed the door into the house. When He Luo saw him enter, he hurriedly followed up and closed the door.

Leaning against the door, He Luo seemed to be still thinking about the question that Wen Zhili said. Wen Zhili sat down on the edge of the round table, poured a glass of water and drank it.

After a while, He Luo seemed to understand something. When she arrived in front of Wen Zhili, she boldly reached out to hold his face, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Master, you are really similar to my brother in some aspects. You all like to be in control, to speculate and play with people's hearts, and to have that terrible possessiveness. ”

As if organizing the language, He Luo thought for a while before saying, "Actually, if I hadn't met the master at the beginning, maybe I wouldn't have gone back with that person." When I first met you, you were so gentle and kind to everyone, and you would not be condescending at all. So, I don't think you're a bad person. And I, for some reason, believe you inexplicably. ”

Wen Zhili grabbed her hand and asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Then do you still think I'm not a bad person?" ”

He Luo looked at him and said, "You are indeed not a good person, sometimes you are simply a demon. But for me, you're the best. Therefore, even if you will be punished in the future and go to hell, I will be with you. ”

Wen Zhili squinted at He Luo for a while, pulled her, and He Luo lay in Wen Zhili's arms. was about to say something, but he directly blocked his lips.

Wen Zhili's kiss seemed to carry some desperation, and for the first time he had an inexplicable impulse. For the first time, there was an urge to keep a woman carefully stored and placed properly.

He Luo was a little confused by his kiss, and when he reacted, he was already lying on the bed, pressed under Wen Zhili. Wen Zhili untied her clothes and kissed every inch of He Luo's body gently, leaving a little red plum.

He Luo clutched the sheets under him tightly, and the whole person felt a little trance. When the two of them were united, they both let out a sigh. Wen Zhili leaned into He Luo's ear and said, "I really want to hide you." ”

"I... Also. Those... The woman watched... You... Target... When I... Wanted... Kill them. He Luo's voice was a little choppy.

Wen Zhili seemed to be in a happy mood: "It's really a little vinegar altar." ”

"Master..."He Luo's voice was a little soft, she hugged Wen Zhili, "I envy Sister Yingying, and I also envy Mrs. Ma, I also want a child." ”

"So what are you going to do with me?" The smile in Wen Zhili's eyes was even stronger.

"I..." He Luo suddenly felt a white light flash in front of him, and then he was speechless. The night is thick, and I don't know whose heartstrings it has touched.

When He Luo woke up on the second day, she found that her body was very dry, and it was estimated that Wen Zhili had helped her deal with it. Wen Zhili looked at her with one hand on his head and said, "You haven't answered my question last night." ”

He Luo remembered what happened last night, and his face was a little hot. She covered her face with her hands, not knowing how to face Wen Zhili's question. Wen Zhili was not ready to let her go, and directly pulled down her hand, those eyes still looking at her.

He Luo seemed to have plucked up her courage, she looked at Wen Zhili and said: "You told me under the marriage tree of the Guanyin Temple to send your son, you should not ask for a Buddha, you ask..."

He Luo stopped when he said this, and looked at Wen Zhili timidly. Wen Zhili still didn't speak, looking at her with more gentle eyes, so that He Luo didn't know how to speak.

After a long while, Wen Zhili put his head against He Luo's forehead and asked, "Say, what do you ask?" ”

"Please.... "Heluo is hesitant, but he can't say it."

Wen Zhili wrapped her in his arms, and his voice was gentle: "Please." ”

He Luo blinked, then reached out and put his arms around his neck and said, "So, I'm begging now." ”

"What a fool." The smile in Wen Zhili's voice was even stronger, and he forgot how long it had been since he had been so happy. It doesn't seem to be, since he met Heluo, his life has indeed undergone some changes.

Looking at He Luo in his arms, Wen Zhili's eyes became sharp. According to He Luo, Liuying is from Qingyi, and he also knows He Luo's identity, so it is difficult to guarantee that Lin Ziping will not know about it.

In this case, he can only be sorry for Chunxiao, this Lin Ziping must die. If He Luo's identity was really exposed, Wen Zhili thought that the hand holding He Luo here was tightened again, then he would do whatever it took to save her life.