This feeling made her a little ignorant.

Like a soft feather, light and gentle, the breath is clean, covering her overwhelmingly.

Jiang Heng turned his face slightly, his eyes were cold and indifferent, condescending, and his backlit pupils were deep, like a bottomless and frozen tan.

And in the extremely dark color, the beautiful eyes are slightly narrowed, rippling like spring water, and it looks attractive for no reason.

He lowered his eyes.

Under the snow-white collar, above the wind and discipline button, the Adam's apple is curved and bewitched, rolling slightly.

He whispered to her again: "Xia Xia."

He seemed to like to call it like this, and after repeating it, he whispered again: "Xia Xia."

The voice is beautiful, and the cold eyes are also bent.

Yun Xia couldn't help but be stunned.

- Jiang Heng actually rarely laughs.

He has always been indifferent, cold and quiet, with a rigorous and calm temperament, and he is always a good student in the mouth of others.

Although sometimes, she feels that this person is a little careless and lazy in his bones.

But he did rarely laugh.

The appearance of bent eyes, beautiful and seductive. The Demon King looked slightly stunned.

She was pressed against the wall behind her, trying to pull her hand back and touch her slightly hot face.

But the hand was held by the other party.

Ten fingers interlocked. His fingertips were white, and he slowly swirled along her knuckles, slowly.

The little devil was dumbfounded: "You ......"

She didn't say anything, but she heard a slight sound not far away from the door lock.

- Someone has returned.

She glanced in the direction of the door, and struggled to get out of the boy's arms.

The other party didn't mean to let go, the curvature of the thin lips was not obvious, the tone contained a light smile, and his voice was pleasant and low, and he asked casually: "What are you afraid of?"

Yun Xia stopped his movements, raised his little face, and said with a slight doubt: "Afraid?" I'm not afraid, but ......."

This time she didn't finish her sentence, the door had been completely opened, and Mica walked in.

In the next second, he froze in place.

I only saw a pair of beautiful figures overlapping.

The slender boy pressed the girl against the wall and turned his face slightly.

On the delicate and fair face, the expression is cold, and the eyes are like a dark deep pool, containing the broken light of Qing Lingling, messy and diffuse.

This scene is extremely beautiful.

But it is also shocking to the extreme.

Mica saw them, her body reacted one step ahead of her brain, and she subconsciously withdrew from the door and closed the door by the way, "You go on, continue to ......"

When did my daughter kidnap Jiang Heng back?!

She said that she wanted her family to be her son, but she was angry and said it casually.

As a result, this turned home to be a son-in-law?!

The mica fan was stunned.

Inside the house.

Yun Xia blinked his eyes and wanted to break free of his hand and get up from the wall.

The long body in front of him was pressed down, and the fingertips grinded her fingers carelessly, the man lowered his eyes, Yun Xia could clearly see the silhouette of the slender eyelashes, and his voice was a little low, unhurried.

"She told us to continue."

Yun Xia didn't react to this sentence, so she leaned over coldly, her thin red lips and breath pasted over, touching the girl's white and tender side face.

Rub it gently.

Mica walked back and forth outside the door for a while, only to hear the door open, and a tall snow-white figure walked out, leading a petite and slender girl behind her.

"Auntie." The man bowed his head coldly and politely.

Yun Xia covered her lips and secretly glanced at the slender young man.

When Jiang Heng's expression was polite, he didn't see the ruffian characteristics at all, only coldness and rigor remained, and his every move was elegant and noble.

Mica, look at this, look at that:

"You ......"