Rong Sheng stared at the red birthmark on her face for a while, lowered his head and smiled, raised a thin arm, and lazily put it on her shoulder: "Do you think I believe it or not?" ”

The number of people who think of ways to peek at him every day is uncountable, and she is the only one who does not disgust him.

The man was tall, a head taller than her.

Those peach blossom eyes are always full of romantic taste, very sultry and seductive.

At the moment, he leaned on her so lazily.

Every time this person saw her, it was as if he was too lazy to have bones.

Hua Ling was not seduced, and her glass-like eyes were cold and arrogant: "I don't know if you believe it or not, but I believe it anyway." ”

With that, his gaze moved down to the hand that rested on her shoulder.

"Take it away."

Yesterday, he deliberately said those words because he wanted to be angry.

There is no one here today, and I don't know what this man is pretending.

She didn't think he really thought he was beautiful.

Now like this, Hua Hua still has some self-knowledge.

It's just that he deliberately wants to make Rong Jiu unhappy, after all, these two are old enemies, and it's no secret.

She was the first girl to react so calmly in the face of him.

Rong Sheng hooked his lips and sighed: "Tsk, stingy ......"

Unhurriedly took her hand away, and when she withdrew her hand, she hooked a strand of cold brown hair around the tip of her finger, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed: "Little crescent, you are tomato-flavored." ”

In fact, it is milky, he smelled it yesterday, faint, very good.

But she was actually eating tomatoes, still raw.

What kind of weird hobby is this girl?

His dressing gown was loose and could vaguely reveal his strong chest, and unlike his bronzed complexion, his skin was fairer than the average person.

That face was indeed so delicate that it was a little unreasonable.

Hua Ling's gaze moved down, fell into his arms, and raised his eyebrows coldly: "Well, let's two pounds and eight taels, you are pig-like." ”

With that, he raised his hand and pulled his hair out of his palm.

He deliberately used himself as a gunman, and she didn't need to pretend to be pure in front of him.

She was wearing a black coat, and when she reached out, a thin cold white finger could be faintly seen.

Rong Sheng licked the corners of his lips, looked down at the king in his arms, and tilted his head and smiled at her reaction.

Pig flavor?

Could it be that he was infected with the smell of pigs on the king's body?

Tsk, this girl really can't move.

If it had been someone else, he would have been teased until his legs were weak.

However, it's getting more and more interesting.

He suddenly reached out, and his warm palm grabbed her wrist.

Under Hua Xuan's puzzled gaze, Rong Sheng lowered his head, took her hand, took a bite of the tomato that she had eaten half, and tasted it carefully.

Staring at her red lips, her eyes were playful, and she gave a conclusion: "Tsk, sweet ......"

His voice was slightly low, magnetic.

The handsome face with clear outlines was close at hand, and when she looked up at her, the peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling became more and more profound.

Sweet ......

The center of the flower eyebrows twisted slightly.

That's what she's eaten......

Moreover, that face is indeed too good-looking, so easy to see and make people shake.

Because of the action of lowering his head to eat tomatoes, the two were a little closer, and Hua Ling even felt his breathing.

Suddenly there was a strange sensation in my heart, and this feeling was somewhat unfamiliar.

Hua Ying's eyebrows frowned slightly, lowered her head, and stared at the half of the tomato that he had bitten: "You're not sick, are you?" How can I eat it after you've bitten it? ”

Rong Sheng: "............"

Well, sure, it's really not moving.