Fu Qiran's pupils shrank sharply.

"Jiaojiao, do you know what you're talking about?"

Of course, Ruan Jiaojiao knew what she was talking about.

She nodded slightly.

Under the faint moonlight that came through, Fu Qiran clearly saw her pink earlobes.

Lined with the blood diamond stud earrings, it outlines a thrilling beauty.

Fu Qiran rolled his Adam's apple and rolled again.

Something seemed to spring up in my heart.

He stared at her face tightly, his head warring with demons.

Ruan Jiaojiao saw that Fu Qiran didn't speak, and continued to explain in a low voice: "I...... I actually like Mr. Fu very much. ”

I don't know when I liked it, but this question doesn't seem to matter.

She has never been a saint, and she has never gotten along with him with the mentality of redeeming and understanding Fu Qiran.

She just felt that if she was destined to not go back and could only live in this world, then she wanted to accompany her for the rest of her life, no, it should be said that she was only willing to spend this life with Fu Qiran.

Ruan Jiaojiao climbed Fu Qiran's neck and took the initiative to lean towards him.

Because of this moment, she understood that she liked him.

Ruan Jiaojiao knew very well in her heart that what Fu Qiran showed in front of her was only the tip of the iceberg of his true face.

He was carrying too many things and hiding too many things.

Fu Qiran hugged her waist tightly.

There had never been a moment when he felt so close to the two.

His eyelashes quivered, and his thin lips pursed.

She had just finished taking a shower and was smelling of shower gel.

The rose-flavored shower gel fragrance is domineering and catchy, but Fu Qiran can capture the faint milky fragrance in the rose fragrance.

It was a peculiar smell of her.

Ruan Jiaojiao sighed softly.

She glanced down, as if, nothing had changed.

"Ah...... Good. She said dumbfounded.

"Jiaojiao."

He seemed to sigh.

"Sleep."

Ruan Jiao rubbed his chest slightly, and let out a soft nasal sound.

"Hmm."

She had exhausted all her courage by saying that just now.

Fu Qiran clasped Ruan Jiaojiao's head and let her lean against her chest.

His heartbeat was steady and powerful, loud and loud, like some kind of lullaby.

"Sleep." Fu Qiran muttered again.

The sound of steady breathing sounded in Fu Qiran's ears, and in this quiet room, he could clearly hear her voice.

The sound of breathing, the sound of heartbeat, and the sound of one another.

He slowly adjusted his breathing, trying to keep pace with her breathing.

As soon as Fu Qiran said "sleep", she was also deflated.

What followed was a deep sense of sleepiness.

She yawned and soon fell asleep.

Fu Qiran pursed his lips, lowered his head, and kissed Ruan Jiaojiao's lips.

A faint kiss clearly did not satisfy him.

Deep, deep, deeper.

He was so, so eager to be one with her.

But she was the light of his life.

He is so dark and cruel, where is he willing to defile the light in his heart?

No, not unwillingly.

From the body to the soul, it exudes the aura of possession.

She can only belong to him.

The valley of possession is churning in the darkness.

He hugged Ruan Jiaojiao tightly, as if he wanted to be one with her.

I was reluctant to hurt her, but I was also unwilling to let her go.

That's all.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and in the room, there was not even a faint moonlight.

Kiss, moved down a bit.