Song Qing met his deep eyes, and looked at him in a daze as if he was bewitched.

What kind of man is this man?

Gentleness and indifference, two completely different feelings, appear in the same body in such harmony.

Song Qing felt her face heat at this moment, and she could feel the sensation as his fingers gently stroked her cheeks.

Gentle, yet aggressive.

It's as if this man wants to eat himself now.

Song Qing felt that he could obviously push him away directly, and then slap him twice.

But the truth was that she stood stiffly in front of him and did nothing, just looked at him with some shrunken.

Timid, and a little overwhelmed.

She found that her body was now as if it were not her own, and she stood there so stiffly and let him be so rude.

Forget it, she found that at this time, except for her blushing and heartbeat, her mind was blank, and she couldn't think about what was going on now.

X_X Or did she come up with something she didn't know about when she didn't know?

Zhao Cheng stood one step below her, and even then he was still much taller than her.

Looking at her eyes, Zhao Cheng spoke in a low voice.

"Madame, may I kiss you?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of caution.

I don't know why seeing Zhao Cheng like this, Song Qing had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

There was a faint sourness, but there was a familiar feeling, as if he shouldn't have used it like this.

Listening to his voice, Song Qing subconsciously replied.

"I, I don't know."

I don't know?

What the hell did she say again, Song Qing was a little confused at this moment.

Shouldn't she just say no?

So what is she doing now?

At this time, a string of question marks subconsciously popped up in Song Qing's mind.

Who am I and where am I? Am I still on Earth?

Zhao Cheng looked at her stunned appearance and chuckled.

He bent down and reached out to stop him, picked him up, and strode up the steps.

"Forget it, I won't kiss anymore."

Think about how you did lose your temper just now.

Looking at her eyes, Zhao Cheng knew that he would not be able to turn over in his life.

His heart has been crushed to death by a woman named Song Qing all his life.

He was afraid that she would be disappointed, that she would be sad, and that she would be afraid of himself.

Song looked down on him, suddenly picked himself up, and subconsciously wrapped his arms around his neck.

Looking at the man's cold and stiff side face, Song Qing came back to his senses.

When I think about what just happened, I just feel like I'm in a dream.

The man said so bluntly just now that he wanted to kiss her, looking at his resolute and cold side face, Song Qing unconsciously looked away.

What is this?

Is it a serious hooligan?

If Song Qing hadn't been sure that this man had really teased her just now, she would have suspected that she might be dreaming.

This man is so serious and cold, and his expressionless appearance really can't tell that the shameless person who said that just now is him.

Song Qing was held in Zhao Cheng's arms, and his brain was still mushy for a while.

Looking at his side face, Song Qing stiffly reached out and poked his shoulder and spoke.

"Zhao Cheng, do you know that your behavior just now is already considered harassment, and in ancient times, it could be regarded as molesting a girl from a good family."

"......" Zhao Cheng was silent.

His deep gaze swept over her face, and then looked away in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry......" Zhao Cheng also felt that he was indeed out of shape.

Glancing at Song Qing, Zhao Cheng said solemnly, "I will restrain myself next time." ”