For the first time, he was kissed on a scar, kissing a broken eyebrow.

The heart was trembling and trembling, as if a seed had inadvertently fallen into the soil, and now the seed had taken root and sprouted under the soil, and the tender green stems and leaves broke through the soil.

Lu Xiaoyou didn't pay attention to the scars on Long Xiliang's face, who could be like him, with a scar on his face, still handsome to the point of being outrageous.

The scar running from the corner of his eye to his chin adds a bit of chill and wildness to him, and the eyebrows that are split in two at the end of the left eyebrow are as sharp as a sword, making this man ascetic and sexy.

Long Xiliang's appearance is impeccable, and his broken eyebrows are unique, which makes him more and more noble and charming.

-

After many years, Long Xiliang dreamed of the scene at that time again.

The stinging pain on the left side of his face almost paralyzed his brain, and the blood quickly stained his eyes.

In front of him appeared a beautiful woman, her hair was scattered, and her long black hair hung down like spider silk, parting the slightly pale and sickly face.

Her hand held Long Xiliang's face, and the palm of her hand was soaked with blood from his face.

"It's a curse!" The woman said to him.

The cold voice was like a damp rancid sewer, and her slender nails dug into the scars on Long Xiliang's face.

"Mom......" The man's voice seemed to beg.

The dream shattered, turning into thousands of glass shards and sweeping towards Long Xiliang.

He snapped his eyes open, and into the darkness of the room, his long, thick eyelashes fluttering slightly as if disturbed by a storm.

Long Xiliang lowered his head and looked at the person curled up in his arms.

Lu Xiaoyou's sleeping Zhengxiang, pure and flawless face, if she hadn't mentioned the scars on her face today, he wouldn't have dreamed of the memories that had long been sealed.

This woman had caused trouble, but now she was sleeping peacefully without a heart.

Long Xiliang folded her arms and imprisoned Lu Xiaoyou in her arms, her hair had a quiet and sweet fragrance, which smelled better than the roses blooming at night and the golden cinnamon that was fragrant for ten miles.

The woman's soft body was close to him, which was not enough, and the strength of hugging her was a little heavier, and Long Xiliang couldn't wait to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

"Hmm!" She was squeezed by him, breathless, her feet restlessly kicking, her knees rubbing against his sensitive spots.

Long Xiliang's face instantly tightened, and his body was like a soldering iron, squeezing Lu Xiaoyou even tighter.

"Ang...... Extinguish, don't squeeze me! ”

Lu Xiaoyou's voice was dyed with a thick tiredness, and there was a little more childish and immature tone.

Long Xiliang controlled her strength and no longer made it difficult for her to breathe, but still confined her in her arms.

Sleeping in his arms, how can he think about anything else?

He lowered his head, the tip of his nose swept over her bangs, the bridge of his nose pressed against her soft cheeks.

Why is it so soft?

He took a light bite on her cheek.

After biting it, I realized that I had done a childish thing, and I had childish thoughts in vain.

-

Apocalyptic entertainment

"Little monkey, prepare to go to Huaying with me."

Lu Xiaoyou had just had a meeting with the senior management of Doomsday Entertainment, she came out of the conference room and called Hou Muyan.

However, Hou Muyan sat in his office and didn't move.

Lu Xiaoyou walked up.

Usually when she calls Hou Muyan, Hou Muyan will jump up in an instant, why is this monkey's reaction power slower today?

"Little monkey?"

Lu Xiaoyou stood behind Hou Muyan and saw that he was staring at the video on the computer screen.