Qinghui subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, hearing his words.

Martial arts scenes?

What is it?

Can you have a good fight?

Light coffee: ??!! Please look at my frightened little expression and put aside all your dangerous thoughts for a while!! You're beating you up, I'm afraid you're going to be killed by you.

Then this filming is really going to become a high-risk profession.

I probably listened to two explanations from Qianca.

Qinghui felt that Jian Sheng was confused.

'Ah...... It's boring. ’

Qianjia only heard Qinghui complain one second ago, and the next second, he saw Qinghui directly squeezing Sheng Junshu's hand and trying to counter him.

Anyway, they were all confused, and she didn't believe that he wouldn't fight back.

Sheng Junshu's brows furrowed instantly.

As the heir of the Sheng family, he has been in contact with various aspects since he was a child, so he naturally felt the trickiness of Qinghui's move.

He secretly scolded the Qingxuan Qingqiong brothers in his heart, he had heard that the Qing family had already enrolled this little girl in a lot of strange classes, and I was afraid that it was not a martial arts class or anything.

The two of them didn't move much, but they shot quite quickly, and they were always next to the sofa, Qinghui happened to have his back to the sofa at the moment, and he stumbled under his feet, and was about to adjust his posture.

Sheng Junshu has seized the opportunity.

Qinghui saw his intentions, but he didn't move, mainly because the other party was restrained, and he didn't mean to fight at all, and it couldn't arouse the warm emotions of Lord Spirit Sword.

It's boring.

In the end, Qinghui fell down on the sofa, and his small body was pressed.

Pitch-black hair was scattered around.

The black hair and snow skin, the eyes are slightly squinted with a bit of decadence and sexy, and the contours and facial features on the face are a bit well-behaved.

From this point of view, it is really alive.

With this face, I don't know how many fans I can circle.

Sheng Junshu lowered his eyes, aggressively in a very aggressive posture, his slender fingers pressed on the little girl's shoulders, and his clothes were a little messy in the battle just now, adding a little sexy.

Looking at the little girl's appearance, it seemed that she thought it was funny, and Sheng Junshu just laughed in a low voice in the end.

As soon as he wanted to speak, he saw that the little girl no longer had much interest in her eyes, and with a hint of impatience, she tilted her head and sandwiched his hand between her head and her arms.

Her top was an off-the-shoulder tight-fitting shirt, and there was a coat that had not yet been put on, so Sheng Junshu had the little girl's round shoulders under the palm of his hand, and the back of his hand touched the soft and delicate flesh of the little girl's cheeks.

The little girl yawned, and the little soft face with a hint of flesh rubbed against the back of his hand.

The gaze is fixed on one place.

Sheng Junshu was stunned, subconsciously raised his hand to take his hand back, looked at the little girl's posture, sat down, raised his hand and pulled his cuffs.

The sturdy and graceful forearm muscles are exposed, his skin is cold and white, and under the black jewel of the tail ring, he has a little desireGas.

Reaching back and brushing his hair, his expression had returned to his original nonchalant.

"Can you be obedient now?"

Obedient?

Sorry, this word didn't appear in the Spirit Sword-sama's dictionary.

Qinghui pursed his lips, looking lazy and lazy.

"I don't have anything else to say, but there are some things that I know in my heart, and sometimes saying it so straightforwardly may leave ...... in the hands of others."

Sheng Junshu felt that he was so worried for the first time, and he babbled a lot, but when he turned his head, he found that the little girl answered casually in a low voice, but her eyes were a little empty.