"Break up?" A cool voice slowly sounded in the quiet room, the man pinched Fuyue's chin, Sen's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and sneered.

It's just that the sleeping Fuyue didn't respond to him, and even gave a small snort.

Jian Yan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking at her red lips, and the situation of Fuyue kissing him on the set today couldn't help but come to mind.

He was stunned, but he didn't see the floating moon that had opened his eyes in his hands and looked at him motionlessly.

Fuyue looked at his sharply outlined side face, flickering in the light, not particularly clear, but inexplicably familiar.

She watched, and the hand at her side grabbed his arm, and in a nutshell, the look of danger in his eyes was even worse, and he looked at her with a grim eye.

"Let go." He groaned.

It's just that Fuyue didn't notice anything wrong, but blinked her eyes and muttered "rhetoric" softly.

In Short: ......

"Where have you been?" She looked at him with vacant eyes, and suddenly spoke again.

Jian Yan looked at her with cold eyes: "Take a closer look at who I am?" ”

"Hiccup." She hiccuped suddenly, and sat up from the couch with her hands still clutching his arm, as if she were afraid that he would leave suddenly.

"In short, in a small way." Fuyue smirked, spread her arms and lunged at him.

Jian Yan softened a little when she called his name softly, but thinking about the lingering "rhetoric" she called just now, his expression turned cold again.

His eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Fuyue who kept rubbing his neck, Jian Yan indifferently reached out and pinched her neck, widening the distance between the two.

"Tell me, who is the rhetoric?" His deep eyes looked at her quietly, as if he could look into her heart at a glance and know what she was thinking.

The sweet smell between her noses was gone, and Fuyue frowned dissatisfiedly, and opened her eyes to look at him in a daze.

"I don't know." She has a negative airway.

I didn't give it to her, so I didn't tell him who it was.

But who is that?

I don't remember.

She shook her eyes and saw that she was about to fall back on the sofa, but Jian Yanyan quickly picked it up and crashed back into his arms.

Fuyue was satisfied this time, and began to rub his neck again.

He kept muttering, "Give me a bite, just a bite." ”

Jian Yan sneered, and when she opened her mouth to bite him, he raised his hand to seal her mouth unceremoniously, pushing her away.

"Are you a dog?" Looking at Fuyue, who was frowning and dancing with teeth and claws, he smiled lightly.

Fuyue said "hmm", her eyes were full of longing for him.

"In Short, Words, Words ......"

"Shut up." In short, there was a green tendon on the corner of his forehead, and he looked at her coldly.

Fuyue was stunned by his roar, her moist eyes swayed, looking at the big hand close at hand, she suddenly opened her mouth to kiss his palm.

In short: Hiss!

This abrasive goblin.

His eyes were deep, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but she was firmly grasped and unable to move.

Until a tingling pain hit his fingertips, his eyebrows twisted, and he stared deeply at Fuyue, who kept drinking the blood from his fingertips.

The eyes are deep, like a man-eating whirlpool.

Watching his own adults unconsciously drink the male protagonist's blood, the ninety-nine faces of the system are like ashes.

It's over, it's over!

The male protagonist must have seen that the adults were unusual.

Ahhh Adults shouldn't be allowed to taste alcohol! The lesson of the last world blood, it actually forgot......

Seeing that Jiujiu was about to go crazy.

Fuyue looked up at him, licking her red lips, her eyes slightly drunk.

"Ah Yan—" she leaned over and approached him.

Jian Yan didn't move, and looked at her with a smile.