Song Xingran: "......"

Rogue.

She ignored him, took the cherry on the table and began to eat.

Not to mention, the taste is really good, not sour at all.

Lu Qingchen sat next to her, watching her stuff her mouth one by one, her rosy lips closed one by one, which was more attractive than the cherry.

His eyes darkened, and he only felt that his throat was tight, and his breathing was a little messy.

Are cherries really that good?

Don't even look at him?

Song Xingran ate cherries for a while, and finally looked at someone who had been snubbed by him for a long time.

"What the hell are you here for? When to go? I'm going to live in the dormitory tomorrow. ”

Errands like sending cherries can be done by Xiao Yang.

"Drive me away?"

In just three words, it is full of coldness.

Lu Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was coldness in his inky black eyes, obviously displeased.

Song Xingran was stunned for a moment, for the sake of the cherries, and said with a smile: "How can it." She didn't dare.

When Lu Qingchen saw her dog-legged appearance, he suddenly felt a little helpless.

The duplicitous little one.

Now I must wish he was leaving.

It's just that the cherry said something against his will.

"Dyeing, is it going well?"

His tone was flat, referring to the things of her show.

Song Xingran sighed and said lazily: "It's okay, I have a little problem, but I can solve it myself." ”

Hearing her say this, Lu Qingchen didn't speak, and there was no wave in his dark pupils.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he looked a little pained.

"What's wrong with you? Is it a headache again? ”

Song Xingran immediately put down the cherry in his hand and looked at him nervously.

Lu Qingchen looked at the girl who was close at hand, so charming and good-looking, he suddenly held her hand, and said in a slow voice: "Dye and dye it for me, okay?" ”

The last three words, with a hoarse voice, with a strong charm, are sexy and fascinating.

Song Xingran felt that Lu Qingchen was sent by God to punish her.

No matter what time it was, she had no resistance in front of this man at all.

No matter how thick the armor on his body is, he will eventually collapse.

Song Xingran pursed her lips and stood behind him to press it for him.

Thinking that all the illnesses on his body were caused by her, Song Xingran felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

There is self-blame and guilt, and she believes that Lu Qingchen also has it for him.

But, more of a distress.

Lu Qingchen sat on the chair and felt her soft little hands rubbing him, originally thinking that she would press it randomly like last time.

But this time, it's not.

On the contrary, she seems to have become proficient in her technique.

It looks like it's very professional.

Lu Qingchen's breath stagnated, and the light in his eyes was bright and shining.

He shouted in a deep voice, "Dye." ”

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress something.

Song Xingran patted his head casually, and said angrily: "Oh, don't talk, don't move." ”

She only learned this technique a few days ago, and she is not proficient, so she has to cooperate with him well.

Looking at his reaction, does it mean that the effect is not bad?

The corners of Lu Qingchen's mouth pulled up a good-looking amplitude, faint, handsome and unparalleled.

Silly dyeing.

In this world, if you dare to hit him directly in the head like this, I'm afraid she is the only one.

Moreover, he was spoiled by himself.

After a while, Lu Qingchen's thin lips opened lightly: "Dye, I'll stay with you tonight." ”

Song Xingran: "......" ̄□ ̄||

"I've had a lot of insomnia lately, and only you can fall asleep."

Song Xingran: "......"