Almost instinctively, Song Zhao took two steps back like a frightened bird.

Noticing Song Zhao's overly abnormal behavior, Si Yu's peach blossom eyes picked up casually, the tip of his tongue against his back molars, and snorted almost inaudibly.

Song Zhao wanted to run, but she was watched by the Eye of Death, her legs were weak, and she couldn't move at all, so she subconsciously held her breath and asked in a calm tone, "Si Yu, can I invite you to eat persimmons?" ”

Song Zhao is a person who has died once, and he is more desperate than ordinary people.

In the face of the devil who kills people in front of him without blinking, of course, if he can, he will not be offended!

Si Yu narrowed her eyes and indifferently withdrew the death look that fell on her.

Song Zhao quietly breathed a sigh of relief, saw that there was a red persimmon on the stone table, immediately ran over to pick it up, and raised it to Si Yu like a treasure, "Here you go, this is my favorite persimmon." ”

The little girl's soft and glutinous voice was thin and sweet, like glutinous rice cakes wrapped in frosting, without any lethality.

Si Yu looked at her for a moment with a strange face, and the little person who looked directly at her was beating faster, the tip of his tongue was on his cheeks, and his voice was hoarse, "Song Zhao, what are you thinking?" ”

The second girl of the Song family was arrogant, and she often disdained him, and she didn't bother to look at him.

Now he is condescending to bring him persimmons, in Si Yu's opinion, there must be a demon when things go wrong.

Si Yu's jawline tightened, and his eyebrows were all vigilant and vigilant, exuding an aura of rejection thousands of miles away.

The gaze is nine points cold, and the rest is ruthless.

I don't know why, Song Zhao couldn't resist his gaze as if he could see a person's soul, as if everything was under his control.

Song Zhao's heart was oozing greatly, the whole person was like a cat pinched by the back of her neck, she forced herself to stay calm, lowered her head and whispered, "I thought this is the persimmon you worked hard to pick, you have to taste it......"

Si Yu glanced at her with the tail of his eyes.

The little girl stood in the sun, dressed in an off-white skirt with a red cloak that reached her ankles.

A beautiful halo fell on her, lining her like a brilliant sun.

A pair of big eyes trembled, obedient.

But Siyu knew that this was all Song Zhao's disguise.

He had seen Song Zhao's domineering appearance, and it was impossible for a person to have two faces in front of people.

She deliberately showed favor to him, she must have wanted to coax him to be fooled, and after seeing him make a fool, she would humiliate him again.

The boy bowed his head.

The rich eyelashes hang down to the eye sockets, casting a shadow and making the facial features even deeper.

There was a looming anger in his eyes under his eyebrows, "Song Zhao, if you want to do anything to me, just do it, don't beat around the bush like this." ”

Song Zhao,". "What kind of criticism is this?

What did she really do to him, as soon as he turned back to treason, she was the first to be cold!

In this life, Song Zhao still wants to live a long life, but he doesn't want to provoke this pervert.

If you want to do it, you will do it secretly!

She took a deep breath, her big black eyes shining brightly in the sun, "I just want to invite you to eat persimmons, if you don't like persimmons, don't eat them......"

As he spoke, Song Zhao withdrew his hand, but before he could move, he suddenly raised his hand, and his bony fingers pinched her wrist.

His hands were so cold, and his fingertips were covered with thick calluses, grinding the girl's pink and smooth skin, which hurt a little.

Song Zhao frowned and broke free, but did not struggle.

Si Yu rubbed silently, his eyes became gloomy, and he looked straight into Song Zhao's clear eyes, his throat slid and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Hey me." ”