Chu Yao's heart trembled.

The palms were interlocked, and the ten fingers were intertwined, messing up her mind.

Her gaze slowly moved up and fell on Su Zhimo and her hand, his thumb rubbing against the back of her hand~, and the crispy and numb feeling reached the tip of her heart.

Chu Yao bit his lip and did not speak.

Su Zhimo put their interlocked hands on his chest: "Young, will the gods of heaven be so moved for you?" ”

The jump in her chest, again and again, linked her heartbeat.

Her gaze followed Su Zhimo's upward hand and fell on his lips.

His hand held hers, the back of her hand against his lips.

Some soft, some hot.

She tried to pull her hand out, but she couldn't break free.

Su Zhimo's words just now echoed in his ears.

It's not that I can't, but I don't want to.

Over and over again, it messed up her mind.

Could she really be moved by Su Zhimo?

Figure what?

How good is he looking? Or will he talk about love? Picture: He is the father of the child?

Or is it a picture of his respect and preservation for him?

[Su Zhimo's life has always been Chu Yao's. 】

The power of this sentence is big enough.

"Do you want to touch the lips of the gods in the sky?"

The man's voice sounded again.

Chu Yao felt that she was already in the city, and she seemed to have lost this war.

Seeing Chu Yao's silence and slight stunnedness, Su Zhimo was a little frustrated.

The eyes were a little aggrieved.

sighed lightly, and could only blame fate for being too tormenting.

His eyes sank slightly, and he looked at her contemplatively, silent for a long time.

He had just promised her in Ninghe Palace that he would respect her.

She will never touch her until she is attracted to him.

But now, some regret saying such things.

What do you do as a decent man?

In the eyes of others, he is a puppet emperor who can't support the stage, but he wants to become a man who stands up to the sky and is trustworthy in Chu Yao's heart.

looked down at Chu Yao, leaned over, looked at her at eye level, looked at Chu Yao, and his eyes were full of restraint and forbearance: "Xiaoxiao, if this incense can't be solved, what will be the consequences?" ”

The voice was hoarse.

The smell of spices was still lingering, permeating their surroundings.

Chu Yao looked at Su Zhimo's increasingly red lips before he came back to his senses, and replied in a somewhat hoarse voice: "In short, I can't die." ”

But...... It's going to be very uncomfortable.

The more you like the person in front of you, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

Chu Yao looked at Su Zhimo and pursed his lips.

That demonic face, under the effect of spices, is even more annoying.

Because of extreme restraint, his green muscles were tensed, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Chu Yao's eyes moved slightly.

In the bottom of my heart, I was sure that Su Zhimo liked her, and this liking was several times stronger than her feelings for Su Zhimo.

Thinking of this, Chu Yao's heart softened, and the suspicion in his heart had disappeared.

has forgotten the picture of the beautiful man and Su Zhimo's "affectionate pulse" just now, instead, all I imagined in my mind was the picture of her and him's "affectionate pulse".

"I can't die...... Su Zhimo narrowed his eyes, and said with some regret: "If you die, it would be fine." You can't bear to die young, right? ”

raised his other hand and stroked Chu Yao's face.

His palms were hot, and so were her cheeks.

He pinched her cheek with pity, as if thinking about something.

After a pause, he asked again: "Xiaoxiao, do you really not want to do anything to me?" ”

Looking at her expectantly.

There are four words clearly written in his eyes, "as you ravage".