That tear burned him.

Every trembling voice tugged at his nerves.

Even if success was within reach, he still couldn't hold back his breath.

She was always his surprise, and he was used to it.

Zhan Junyu was enjoying it at first, but later, he found that Weaving Star's face and expression were very abnormal, and she couldn't move, as if half of her soul had been emptied.

He quickly let go of her, only to realize that he had gotten away.

"Weaving ......"

He hurriedly called her, but she was like a puppet with a broken thread, numb, unable to move, letting her eyelashes hang lightly, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

He sat up quickly, obviously as swift as usual, and he squeezed her hand very hard, "Look at me, it's fine, nothing at all." ”

But Ye Zhixing still didn't move, as if his soul was scattered.

Zhan Junyu didn't know what to do.

He leaned in again, trying to peck her lips.

Her skin was so cold.

He was going to warm her body with the crook of his arm.

And at this time, Ye Zhixing wanted to wake up like a dream, and suddenly pushed him away and scolded angrily, "You bastard! ”

"I love hearing you call me a jerk!"

was scolded, and Zhan Jun laughed instead of being angry.

This bastard, on the contrary, has a bit of flirtatation.

Moreover, he knew that the spicy Ye Zhixing was back, and this was the one he knew well.

He almost thought that Fang Cai Xing had become lifeless and completely away from his world like the tragic scene he had seen before.

At that moment, he experienced the overwhelming despair, far more terrible than death.

Ye Zhixing chiseled his chest hard, crackling, and it was obvious that the force was not light.

But the more she was beaten, the happier the expression on his face.

This made Ye Zhixing feel that her anger was like an iron fist hammered on cotton, insignificant.

Therefore, she fought harder.

But the battle lord has always been calm and light.

In the end, Ye Zhixing was tired and scolded angrily, "Are you a masochist? ”

She stood up and puffed herself inside.

But when Zhan Junyu stopped her waist from behind, she couldn't move.

Height gap, he rubbed his chin against the soft hair on the top of her head, "No, I'm your slave." ”

“……”

This man really can't communicate.

"Do you know that if you play dead, you will be brain dead if you breathe for a long time?"

Ye Zhixing was sure that he was angry, but when he remembered what happened just now, he still had palpitations.

If he held back a little longer, something would definitely happen.

This man is so bad, is it worth it to put yourself on the hook in order to tease her?

If she really asked this sentence, the answer that Zhan Junyu gave her would definitely be two words that were conclusive.

Zhan Junyu rubbed her soft hair again, and smiled, "Don't be so unconfident in your man." ”

"Who said you're my man?"

"What you just did is illustrated everywhere."

Ye Zhixing was silent, she didn't refute for the first time.

Zhan Junyu was overjoyed, he pulled Ye Zhixing's shoulder and made her look at him, there was a trace of pleading and inexplicable pity in his eyes that she couldn't read, Ye Zhixing suspected that she must have been mistaken.

"If you don't speak, you're acquiescing."

Ye Zhixing glanced at Zhan Junyu and then took another look.

This time, his eyes were like feathers, which made Zhan Jun scratch his heart and lungs.

However, even if the anxiety in his heart was about to blow out, he was still extremely patient with Ye Zhixing.