Really, is this girl teasing herself?

Dongfang Yanye only felt a burst of heat on his cheeks, and he squatted down unconsciously and slowly approached her pink and soft lips.

As she got closer, she heard her shallow breathing, and the warm snort gently brushed her face, the tips of their noses already touching.

Dongfang Yanye gently covered her fresh and sweet cherry lips like this, but she couldn't extricate herself when she touched it, and she was reluctant to leave.

He closed his eyes and kissed her tossing and turning, sucking and licking her intoxicating lips.

As if sensing Su Ziyue's slight restlessness, Dongfang Yanye didn't want to disturb her sweet dreams, so he reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at her deeply, and left her seductive lips.

Then, the movement gently returned to the desk and continued to work on the mountain of papers.

However, now in the face of these boring documents, Dongfang Yanye is in good spirits, and he is energetic to deal with them, even faster than in the past.

Night has fallen, and the blood-colored roses outside the window are blooming at the moment, like blood, as if the bright red can drip blood.

The clear light of the moon sprinkled on this blood-colored dewy petal made it more and more enchanting.

A burst of faint fragrance wafted in through the window with the wind, lingering throughout the room, and the fragrance of flowers in the room was intoxicating.

And on a dark street corner, a bloody and violent scene is about to be staged at this moment.

In a dark alley with no fingers in sight, the silence seemed suffocating.

I saw a slender and straight figure standing straight on the high wall, his eyes shining like starlight emitted a beautiful streamer under the silver mask, and the close-fitting black trench coat on his body also moved with the wind, extremely sacred, noble and terrifying.

His slender fingertips held a bewitching blood-colored rose, and his eyes were as sharp and fierce as an eagle's eye, staring at the dark corner, the prey was about to appear, and the show was about to begin.

Suddenly, a cacophony broke the eerie silence of the alley.

At the end of the alley, I saw seven or eight men walking diagonally and staggering forward with each other's arms.

Some of them were still pouring wine with bottles in their hands, some were half-drunk and making disgusting noises with their rude voices, and some untied their belts under the dark pillars.

It seems that the group of drunks is not aware of their dangerous situation.

Suddenly, a flying flower fluttered in front of his eyes, and the blood-colored petals became more and more bewitching and bright under the cover of the moonlight.

Everyone raised their heads in amazement and looked at an inky starry sky, only to see a slender and tall man in a silver mask standing on a high wall like a satan in the dark night, his dark and shining eyes were as bloodthirsty and cold as death, and the corners of his perfect mouth hooked up a cruel sneer.

"It's not good, it's "Scarlet Rose", run away! A drunken man wiped his misty eyes and looked at the noble ghostly figure, and when he saw the person clearly, he screamed and shouted, and was ready to turn and run away.

But before his feet landed, he only heard a "bang", and he was already kneeling on one knee in pain, and bright red blood gushed out from his knee like flowing water.

The others seemed to wake up at this moment, and quickly pulled their weapons from their waists.

Suddenly, I saw several blood-colored roses flying straight in the night sky, and before everyone's hands could touch the pistol, they were stabbed by the roses, and suddenly, blood flowed.

Some tried to pull out the flower that had been inserted deep into their arms, but it was in vain, only to add to the cone pain and hasten the loss of blood.