Lu Ziyao panicked and wanted to get up from the bed, but Huo Siyan had already bullied her and didn't give her a chance to breathe.

With a dark face and inky eyes full of anger, he stared at her like a beast on the verge of anger, ready to pounce and tear its prey apart.

Lu Ziyao put his hands on Huo Siyan's chest and wanted to push the person away from him, but Huo Siyan restrained his hands and pressed them on the top of his head, unable to move.

"Let go." There was some shame in such a posture, Lu Ziyao bit his lip and said angrily.

Huo Siyan didn't speak, nor did he let go, not moving at all.

There was a black mist in his inky eyes, his eyebrows were twisted together, anger was rolling in his chest, he was angry.

Lu Ziyao glared at Huo Siyan angrily, bowed his head and raised his eyebrows.

Looking up at Huo Siyan again, his eyes were full of water, and his aggrieved little face gently moved his wrist that Huo Siyan grabbed very hard, and let out a soft cry: "I hurt~"

Hearing Lu Ziyao say that it hurts, Huo Siyan regained some sense, glanced at Lu Ziyao's somewhat reddened wrist, unconsciously loosened his strength, but said stiffly: "Squeamish." ”

With his hands free, Lu Ziyao wanted to get up from the bed, but he couldn't push Huo Siyan who was pressing on him.

"You get up, heavy~" Lu Ziyao's voice was soft, and everything he said was like being coquettish.

The long cold brown hair is scattered on the bed, the little face that is a little baby fat is dyed with a light red, the small lips are faintly powdered, and the body exudes a touch of sweetness, which is addictive.

Huo Siyan's eyes darkened a little, got up from Lu Ziyao, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at her.

As soon as she is coquettish, he has no principled compromises, this little squeamish bag.

Lu Ziyao sat up from the bed in a bit of a panic, and moved back twice to widen the distance between them, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, he felt Lu Ziyao's actions alienating him, which made Huo Siyan's brows furrow: "What kind of temper are you making today?" ”

"No trouble." Lu Ziyao tilted his head over, didn't look at Huo Siyan, and said sullenly.

"It's not that you don't like it here?" Huo Siyan endured his temper and looked at Lu Ziyao and said.

"Just because I didn't like it before doesn't mean I don't like it now." Lu Ziyao paused, then looked up at Huo Siyan, looked into his eyes, and said firmly: "I liked it before, but it doesn't mean that I will always like it now." ”

Lu Ziyao's words, there were words in the words, and Huo Siyan's mind suddenly flashed the words that she had sneered at in the box downstairs just now.

She said: I don't like you anymore, I don't want to like you anymore, everyone is fine!

What do you mean by not liking and not wanting to like it?

"Don't like me anymore? Well? Huo Siyan's voice was slightly deep, and he used a nasal voice to produce a questioning tail, slightly magnetic.

"Well, I don't like it." As if he replied angrily, Lu Ziyao nodded vigorously.

"Don't like me anymore? Are you lying to me or am you lying to yourself. Huo Siyan looked at Lu Ziyao with a smile, and poked Lu Ziyao's heart in a word.

Lu Ziyao choked, and the words she wanted to refute were stuck in her throat, she had liked Huo Siyan for seven years, and she had been chasing after him, saying that if she didn't like it, she would not like it immediately, so naturally it was impossible.

Lu Ziyao looked at Huo Siyan, and when she met his playful eyes, her heart twitched, and it hurt very much.

There was a clear disbelief in his eyes, impossible!