"Aren't Oriental women very conservative and reserved? You're only twenty years old, how can you possibly have a boyfriend? ”

As August asked, his gaze couldn't help but glance down.

The face looks so childish, but the chest is quite full, maybe she really has a boyfriend, maybe she has developed so well, and she has the credit of her boyfriend.

"Who the hell are you?"

Luo Yangyang didn't want to answer the question of why she had a boyfriend at the age of twenty, and looked at August with a wary expression.

This man was really inexplicable, she didn't provoke him, why did she suddenly break into her room and ask these strange questions.

"What's your name?"

Once again, August ignored the question of who he was.

"Luo Yangyang."

Luo Yangyang looked at Auguste and hesitated for two or three seconds before reporting his name.

"Luo Yang Yang ......"

August muttered the name of Loyangyang.

As his handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, he slowly lowered his upper body with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth with a hint of laziness.

"Y-What do you want to do?"

Auguste's eyes are particularly good-looking, turquoise and thorough, but Luo Yangyang looked at his good-looking eyes, but his heart was more nervous and vigilant.

Her hands in front of her chest were also a little tighter.

At the same time, her waist involuntarily bent back, not wanting to get too close to Auguste.

August bent over a little bit, and Luo Yangyang bent a little bit back.

The four eyes looked at the two of them, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

When Luo Yangyang's waist bent to a certain extent, the large backpack she carried behind her was pressed against the window edge, and she couldn't bend it anymore.

August, who was constantly leaning down and approaching Luo Yangyang, noticed that Luo Yangyang could not retreat, and his body did not directly press Luo Yangyang.

However, he propped his hands on the edge of the windowsill and directly encircled Luo Yangyang in front of his chest.

"Luo Yangyang, do you really have a boyfriend?"

August was about thirty years old, still very young, and while the corners of his mouth were slightly curved with a subtle arc, the green eyes that were locked on Luo Yangyang's small face were even more presumptuous.

"Yes! Of course! ”