Tang Weiwan: "......"

She was really scared.

But there was an indescribable touch, permeating the tip of her heart, making her feel the urge to cry, and this strange feeling was blocked in her throat and made her very uncomfortable.

Lu Beixiao stood there with her in his arms, didn't move or speak, just lowered his head, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at her a little dangerously, as if he was waiting for her to answer.

A second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

After almost half a minute, Tang Weiwan did not speak.

Lu Beixiao put her on a chair next to her and sat down next to her again.

Tang Weiwan's heart was very confused, maybe because he was afraid that he would continue to blame her, or maybe he was frightened by his alienated appearance just now, in short, it was like a wooden doll, where it was placed, it sat there, and it didn't move.

Lu Beixiao stared at her, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what his emotions were.

Suddenly, he lifted his slender hand and landed on her neck.

Before she could react, he unbuttoned the button around her neck.

Tang Weiwan's heart jumped, his cheeks suddenly turned red, he turned his head to look at him, held his hand again, and asked in a panic, "What are you doing?" ”

Lu Beixiao looked at the mess in the room, and there was a coffin, and he didn't seem to be very happy: "What do you think, what can I do?" ”

Tang Weiwan bit his lip: "......"

She really didn't know.

"Sleeping with you here?" Lu Beixiao raised his eyebrows, his voice was dangerous, and the coldness in his body still did not dissipate.

Tang Weiwan: "......" She didn't know how to answer.

Lu Beixiao saw that her eyes seemed to be frightened, and a little helplessness suddenly rose between her tense eyebrows, and she pursed her lips lowly: "Do you think I'm so heavy-tasted?" Menstruation, mourning, and no problem? ”

Tang Weiwan: "......!!! ”

It sounded like this, and her thoughts did seem to be dangerous, so she shook her head obediently: "It doesn't mean that." ”

Lu Beixiao squinted slightly, his eyes fell on the back of her hand that was pouting at his hand, and an indescribable sense of oppression permeated the air.

Suddenly, Tang Weiwan felt that the air had become thinner.

She didn't know why, usually such a bold person, in front of him, cowardly like a little chicken, was stared at by him like this, she felt the back of her hand numb, and slowly withdrew her hand.

Lu Beixiao didn't say a word, and unbuttoned her in three or two.

Tang Weiwan's cheeks, which were originally not good, suddenly turned red, and his eyes were dodging, and his appearance was indescribably delicate and charming.

Lu Beixiao's eyes fell on her face, looking at her forbearant and delicate appearance, and her always lazy and evil eyebrows changed a little patience.

He rolled up and down under his Adam's apple, then frowned again, and when he withdrew his gaze, his breathing unconsciously disturbed.

"Is it cold?" His voice was very low, obviously angry, but at this moment, it was extraordinarily good.

Magnetic and glamorous.

Tang Weiwan pursed his lips and shook his head: "It's not cold." ”

It's true that it's not cold, maybe his eyes are too hot, and at this moment, he doesn't feel cold at all.

Lu Beixiao listened to the words, did not stay any longer, palmed her waist with one hand, and came to her left shoulder with the other hand, opened the neckline of the dress, the movement was as gentle as possible, and very slow, and then pulled off her left sleeve.

Tang Weiwan's hand moved, and the moment the fabric of the clothes touched the wound, she frowned in pain, and she hissed softly.

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