He seems to have been born to be a wonderful condenser.

The appearance alone can make people feel pleasing to the eye.

I was reluctant to hurt him for half a point.

Just when Li Meng wondered what the male protagonist was doing rubbing his feet, he was still thinking about how much resources the male protagonist could get if he looked good.

Her ankle suddenly hurt.

The boy pulled her foot forward, and she was defenseless, and the whole person fell out of the wheelchair.

Lu Jiangshu was ready to reach out and take her directly into his arms.

She's light, but she's rushing down with a lot of force.

When the two of them touched each other, their bodies collided directly, making Li Meng confused.

She choked and coughed, choking on an itchy throat as he held it in his arms.

I couldn't stop coughing.

She was frail and her voice was weak.

A muffled coughing voice, powerless.

Unspeakably pitiful.

She didn't have time to continue to fight against the hero, but reached out to cover her mouth and coughed desperately.

Tears came out of his eyes.

She glanced at Lu Jiangshu with difficulty.

He was looking at her with a blank face, as if he thought it was a good way for her to cough to death.

But her simple glance made the boy's eyelashes tremble.

He seemed to have just come to his senses, and immediately picked her up, walked to the table, and laid her directly on the table.

Then poured himself a cup of tea.

Without waiting for Li Meng's cough to ease up, he had already calmly taken a big sip.

Then he reached out and pinched her cheek, and with the other hand, pulled her fingers away and kissed her.

The lips crossed the tea.

She was not given any chance of refusal.

She was cured of her cough by taking a sip of tea, but the consequence of holding her breath was a pain in her brain.

It hurt so much that she couldn't sit still.

She leaned down on the table as if she had no bones.

It is about to be planted in the ground.

The boy had reached out and grabbed her slender waist, using himself as her support column.

Then he looked down at her coldly for a moment before chuckling; "The tea is delicious, I picked it."

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his fingers, their tips picking up the hair from her neck.

"Or do you hate being dirty?"

His voice was surprisingly gentle.

The sickly gloom just now has been taken back again.

It may be that her face is really too bad, so she doesn't dare to tease her anymore.

But Li Meng can't wait for it, the male protagonist can open his mind.

Murder, you kill.

So she coldly popped out a word, "dirty." ”

I don't believe that the Holy Father and the male protagonist can withstand this level of ridicule.

She broke her heart for the hero's murderous performance.

Lu Jiangshu paused, looked at her silently for a while, and then his thin lips were lightly hooked, revealing a gloomy and sneering smile.

"Really?"

With that, he reached out and grabbed her neck.

"You're so desperate to find death?"

He took the Li family over in advance, but he didn't come to see her as if she were dead.

If she kneels down and regrets it, he will feel that the game is not fun.

But not angry.

After all, that's what he wants.

Now she has aroused his paranoid and cold anger.

Kill her and throw her into the water.

A good approach indeed.

Li Meng noticed that the pain in her neck was getting worse, her eyes lit up, and she finally succeeded.

She was afraid that the actor would change his mind, so she hurriedly stared at him with murderous eyes.

What you can't say, say with your eyes.

For example, if you kill it, you won't be spared if you are a ghost.

But what she thought was a performance of killing intent in her eyes failed in her misty eyes.