The young man's eyebrows were delicate and indifferent, he was barefoot, his face was extremely white, and his lips were red.

Beauty has a demonic demonic spirit.

He walked slowly to the bed, his eyes lit up, and he stared at her quietly.

The girl's brows were furrowed, her long eyelashes had a few traces of cold condensed mist, and her soft red lips pursed lightly, bringing out a trace of pain and tightness.

Mu Ruochuan's cool eyes slowly fell to the tight traces between her eyebrows.

He subconsciously reached out and touched her brow.

The girl's body temperature was slightly cool for him.

But it is unusually soft and sweet.

A very strange, but very good smell.

His fingertips lightly smoothed the marks between her eyebrows before pausing slightly.

Then he withdrew his fingers, still looking nonchalant.

He sat on the edge of the bed and began to meditate cross-legged again.

The air is cold, his favorite temperature.

But she was shivering in her sleep.

Mu Ruochuan didn't understand why she wanted this kind of house.

She's also in poor physical fitness.

A little cold made her freeze like this.

The young man's thin red lips pursed slightly, but he didn't do anything else.

The cold heart is still as hard as a stone.

The girl's scent in the air really made his headache much better.

The anger in his eyes also melted little by little, and his eyes, which were as dark as a deep lake, began to calm down.

Mu Ruochuan sat beside her and slowly closed his eyes.

Years of painful pain, never been so easy.

That's all she can do.

Otherwise, with her being so presumptuous, she would have already been killed by him.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling.

The girl who was sitting and sleeping crashed headfirst into his arms.

Mu Ruochuan: "......"

He looked down expressionlessly, and sure enough, he saw her shrink and squeeze into his arms.

There were some red marks on the girl's white face.

It is printed on the knee.

She reached out and rubbed her own eyes, sleepily half-opened, and looked up at him suspiciously.

The young man's eyes were cold.

Li Meng: "......"

Ma Dan, how can there be a male protagonist everywhere.

Didn't she get thrown out the door?

Where did he come out.

Li Meng was just about to get up, although he coveted the hot warm baby temperature on his body.

But she is a vicious female partner with a discipline.

Usually there are no plot points, she won't take advantage of the male protagonist.

The result prompt is here again.

[Please turn on the mode of pestering the brain-dead woman, pestering him.] 】

[Small task: Kiss him.] 】

Can it be more brutal and direct?

went straight to the indecent part.

Li Meng's neck was a little stiff and she maintained a posture of raising her head.

The boy seemed to be carved from jade, and in the dark room, his eyebrows were cold, and his black clothes lined his cold white without flaws.

Only his eyes were colored, with a hint of red coldness.

It makes people look nervous.

Li Meng: The male protagonist seems to be the master of killing people and setting fires, and when he kisses him, he won't have his lips peeled off.

After all, it is the routine of the cultivation realm

Generally speaking, there are really few good people who are good people.

Li Meng was grinding and was about to give up.

But I saw a summary of the prompt appear.

[On the grounds of dreams, keep you safe. 】

Li Meng looked at this prompt, and couldn't react for a while.

Wait until you turn a corner to understand the meaning of this sentence.

She pursed her lips, thinking she could take the risk.

In the end, it was the temptation to succumb to points.

The girl quickly closed her eyes and pretended that she had not woken up.

Then she reached out and groped his body, her fingertips going up, and finally hooked his neck.