"Still playing?"

Lu Xiubai lowered his eyes and looked at the ambiguous red marks left on her neck after loosening his mouth, his eyes darkened, and he fell into her ear, his voice was low, and he exhaled hot air faintly.

“……”

Ye Ning couldn't help but snort, secretly scolding her sensitive body, the seductive peach blossom eyes were full of mist, rippling, bright and moving, the lips were slightly open, dyed soft and moist, and people couldn't help but want to taste the fragrance.

She simply stopped struggling, fell into his arms, raised her eyebrows, but smiled unusually evilly.

"It's really interesting to tear off the gentle shell of you."

"It's tiring to always respond to other people's expectations."

"Now you make people look very appetizing."

After speaking, she licked her lips lightly, looked at his somewhat moved eyes, and then instantly sealed her breath with a hot and domineering kiss, brushing the lips and teeth that had lost her armor, mixed with the smell of alcohol and tobacco, and entangled, the kiss was confused until she suffocated.

"Leaf Lemon."

"You're such a seductive demon."

After a long time, he let go of her kissed red and swollen lips, the corners of which tightened, and a domineering and dangerous smile was hooked.

Ye Ning leaned against the wall and panted slightly, raised her hand to climb the solid chest of the person in front of her, and resisted, drawing circles on it with her fingers like green onions.

Narrowing his eyes, he asked softly.

"Do you want to be with me?"

"Xiubai."

Hearing this, Lu Xiubai seemed to sober up a little from her drunkenness, let go of her and took a few steps back, sat back on the sofa coldly, and reached out to pour her a glass of red wine with an expressionless face.

The dark red, bloody liquid gently swayed in the goblet, flashing with a dangerous light.

"Do you want to drink, wine?"

He didn't answer her question, he held his glass, his eyes calm like a pool of stagnant water, without wind or waves.

It seems that the confusion just now is just a fleeting illusion.

Ye Ning squinted at him, lowered her eyes, did not hide the dissatisfaction in her eyes, raised her slender legs, bent, and knelt on him without mind, her hands on his shoulders, and the curly tips of her hair slid lightly over the side of his face, bringing a slight itch.

The posture was ambiguous, but she just chuckled.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a nice person."

"Something I want."

"Even if you don't do anything, you will get it."

Lu Xiubai let her put the weight of her whole body on her body, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she had lost her mind for a moment.

"Oh, what do you want."

"It's you."

"Lu Xiubai."

As if surprised by her undisguised, Lu Xiubai raised his eyes to meet the burning eyes, his eyes were as bright as knives, and they penetrated through his eyes directly, shattering his thoughts.

“……”

"Don't you know?"

"It's terrible to suppress yourself and cater to others."

"To put it bluntly, it's disgusting."

Ye Ning did not shy away from meeting his gaze, leaned down, the tips of his noses touched, and even his breath was warmly intertwined, with a faint smell of wine.

"What do you want to say?"

He looked at her, but the strength of the wine slowly rose, and the silhouette of the person in front of him began to ghost, and his body was extremely hot, with a blank in his head.

"The human heart is an ugly thing."

"Their expectations never end, and what they worship as gods is nothing but a glossy, perfect, unblemished shell, and they rejoice in it and are equally willing to destroy it."

"You're just an ordinary person, you're flesh and blood, you cry and laugh, you get pain and you're tired. They expect you to use gentleness and perfection to suppress yourself so tightly that you collapse? Do you really want to become a god with this flesh and blood? ”

"Don't be stupid, they don't care what you are like, let alone whether you live or die."

Ye Ning said to herself, a little emotional, as if she was drowning in some kind of sad memory, trembling all over, her peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, mixed with hatred.