When the words fell, Yan Qingjue took out a branch and handed it to Night Terror, black pressed one, and there was no appreciation at all.

The corners of Night Terror's mouth twitched, and he squinted, "What is this?" ”

"You hold it first and wait for a while, and there will be what you want." After that, Yan Qingjue ignored it and stuffed the branch into the hand of Night Terror.

It was very quiet, except for the breathing and heartbeat of the two of them, it was as quiet as if they were under the sea.

The gentle breeze is the surging tide, which shortens the distance between the two little by little.

The tips of his noses were infected with each other's breath, and his breath was as aggressive and aggressive as his people.

can make her unknowingly, forced into a situation where there is nowhere to escape.

Just when Night Terror wanted to retreat, Yan Qingjue hooked her slender waist, lowered her voice, and said hoarsely: "Shh...... Here it ......."

With his mellow and magnetic voice in his ears and the burning temperature of his palm at his waist, he was so strong and domineering that he squeezed into her side, as if he had entered her life.

Night Terror Hung gritted his teeth, raised his elbow, and slammed it into Yan Qingjue's stomach.

The latter snorted, but did not let go of his hand.

At this moment, a "buzzing" sound came from far and near, like the endless waves of the sea.

Yan Qingjue's slightly painful voice sounded: "Don't move, the camp bee is coming......"

I don't know if it's on purpose, he was so close to her, and every time he said a word, his soft and slightly cool lips would rub against her ears, making her as stiff as an electric shock.

But she couldn't pull this cunning man away.

Because the camp bees had stopped on the branch in her hand, and the faint light that flickered was so small at first.

But gradually, as there were more and more bees, the light became more and more intense, as if the stars in the sky had fallen into her hands.

Beautiful, dreamy, and even terrifying, it makes you feel like you're on top of the Milky Way.

She couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise, and a happy smile spread across her lips.

The curved eyebrows, sparkling eyes, and cute little dimples made Yan Qingjue drunk in his heart.

He seemed to treasure her expression at the moment in his heart.

This silvery-white light reflected her countenance, depicting her delicate face as dreamlike.

In particular, the long eyelashes, like the wings of a butterfly, flapped gently, almost tickling the soul of the dota.

The two are at a stalemate, she is looking at the scenery, and she has become a person in someone else's landscape.

Under the starry sky, the starlight in the hands of Night Terror and the canopy echoed each other.

In this lonely and deep night, it all seemed so warm.

If you can, Yan Qingjue's truth will make this moment last forever.

It wasn't until the camp bees on the branches couldn't stay anymore that Yan Qingjue had to say, "Do you like the gift for you?" ”

Night terror raised his eyes, and the smile in his eyes had not yet dissipated, like two small suns, very dazzling.

"Thank you, I love it."

"Puff puff ......"

Yan Qingjue felt that he was almost out of control, those beautiful lips, he wanted to taste it.

Keenly aware of the change in Yan Qingjue's aura, Night Terror frowned and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Someone who has a thief's heart but no courage coughed lightly and smiled: "Don't you have space?" Keeping them in there will create new colonies. Wouldn't it be nice if you gave them back then? ”

(End of chapter)