Song Zhao was squeezed into his broad chest.

The tip of the nose lingers with an extremely rich cold woody aroma.

It's the minister's...... Masculine.

Song Zhao's heart itched inexplicably.

She gently pursed her lips, and glared at the cat with a little shame.

"Why are you unreasonable? You blame me for your own badness. ”

“…… So I'm wrong, okay? ”

Si Yu's voice is gentle.

He buried his head in the back of her neck, sniffed her sweet fragrance deeply, and his magnetic voice shook slightly when he spoke, and his voice was mute and moving, "I admit that I have a bad idea for Ah Zhao, and when I see Ah Zhao, I can't help myself, and I can't hold it." ”

The tip of his nose sank into her neck, and as he spoke, his lips rubbed against her skin.

The breath is scorching and gives a subtle tingling sensation.

It's an amazing feeling.

Song Zhao's body trembled lightly, and his tail vertebrae were numb.

When he spoke, his soft voice unconsciously trembled a little, "Fourth brother........."

Si Yu's eyes were as deep as splashing ink, like a dormant beast, and finally showed his claws.

Bullying the girl you like is probably a common problem for men.

I want to see her blush, see her panic, see her helpless to be hooked by him......

But as soon as he got close to her, he fell uncontrollably.

His hand was still pinched on Song Zhao's slender waist, as if it was in his palm.

The girl under the palm of her hand was soft and fragrant, as if she could kill him.

I really want to take her in one bite and bite every inch of her skin.

Isn't it as sweet as it smells.

But he finally restrained himself from letting go of her, "Brother will take you to a place." ”

Song Zhao breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but there was an inexplicable emptiness, she touched her nose and hung her head in disguise, "Where to go?" ”

"You'll know when you go." Si Yu was accustomed to holding her hand.

Song Zhao covered his face and dodged, "I'll go by myself." ”

Si Yu raised an eyebrow.

It seems that since he picked it up, Xiao Azhao won't touch it for him.

Knowing that today, he might as well not know anything, but he can still immerse himself in his brain, and get close to her from time to time on the grounds of his brother and sister.

She was so well-behaved and trusted him so much.

Even if it's just to treat him as an older brother.

Anyway, holding hands is a breeze.

And now, he can only pursue her bitterly.

Every time you want to get closer, you have to rely on routines.

When will she be able to claim to be her man and do whatever she wants?

*

Winter nights are silent.

Song Zhao followed Si Yu on the street for a tea time, when he walked around two alleys.

Si Yu suddenly hugged Song Zhao's waist, his toes tapped, and he flew into the distance with light skills.

"Ahh Song Zhao exclaimed and grabbed Si Yu's cuffs.

The weightlessness lasted for a moment.

Coming back to her senses, she found herself standing on the top of a mountain.

"Fourth brother, what are you taking me here for?" Song Zhao glanced at the bottomless bottom of the mountain, and his cheeks turned white.

She's slightly afraid of heights.

"Don't be afraid."

Si Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at her.

Reached out and put her hand on his waist, the voice was lazy and sexy,

"It's not like my brother won't give you a hug."

Song Zhao didn't dare to open his eyes, and the whole person was not good.

I only felt that Lord Quanchen was deliberate, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to go down." ”

"It'll be right away."

The words fell.

Around the empty cliffs, there was a thudding sound.

Immediately after that, there was the sound of fireworks going off.

The light was so bright that even with my eyes closed, it was flashed.

Song Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

In the pitch-black sky, clusters of brilliant fireworks almost illuminated the earth.

She was stunned, "...... You took me to see the fireworks? ”

"There are no stars tonight, so my brother will send you a brilliant star."

Si Yu teased his eyelids, chuckled happily, lowered his head and rubbed the top of Song Zhao's hair,

"Do you like it, Sister Zhao."

Song Zhao's heart was slightly warm, and he asked in a low voice, "Why do you want to set off fireworks for me?" ”

"Why are you so stupid?"

Si Yu pinched the tip of Song Zhao's nose, the curvature of his peach blossom eyes narrowed a little, and said slowly, "Brother, isn't this pursuing our sister Azhao?" ”