Chapter 1329

The young president, with his Obsidian cold and unpopular eyes, stared at dyeing white for three seconds. The light and thin lips opened gently and spit out a clean and noble voice, "I'm yours."

Dyeing white feels it.

Night Yan Han pulled his finger on his sleeve and increased his strength, even his fingertips were white.

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Ran Bai, but not smiling, returns to the seventh Prince's house with night Yanhan.

In an antique, cool and clean room.

Ran Bai leaned lazily against the door, and her sight fell on yeyan Han. She smiled and said inexplicably, "you were confessing to me just now?"

The handsome and precious man looked slightly embarrassed, and the blood dripping from the tip of his ears was red. In the smiling eyes of the girl, he gently nodded and spit out a slightly undetectable voice, "... Um."

Dyed white walked in step by step, slowly, but it was like walking on the tip of the heart of night Yanhan.

The young president always has a light and cold eye color, which is deep and shows a lot of dark light.

For a moment, he raised his eyes coldly, gently pursed his thin lips, whispered, the sound quality was good, implied uneasiness, and more solemn and serious emotion, "I haven't been in love."

The cold and precious man looked at dyed white and continued, "but I can learn to be a boyfriend. I can learn anything if you like."

On the pair of beautiful, deep and extreme eyes, dye white looked thoughtful. She smiled low and her voice was like charm: "if I want you to give up everything and stay with me?"

Deep in her eyes was a gloomy and treacherous darkness, as if you were not careful, you would be pushed into a fatal abyss by her.

"Oh, cut off everything you have, there is only me in your world. Besides, there is no one else. It's so lonely that people go crazy..."

The end of her voice lengthened a little, gentle and ethereal, which made people feel an unreal illusory feeling. It seemed to come from a very far away place, with the ethereal meaning of ethereal dust, and it seemed to come from the bottom of my heart, beating in my heart.

Her voice, which should have been very pleasant to hear, was clear and clean, just like the cold snow in early winter, with a trace of coolness and an unexpected sweetness.

At the moment, there is an unexpected cold feeling, cold into the bone marrow, full of bewitching emotions, as if from the depths of hell, singing softly from the devil, or like a sea of flowers on the other side of the ghost spring, blooming to the other side of the extreme corruption, symbolizing the beauty of death.

In this way, one by one, knocking on the eardrum of night Yan Han.

"Why not?" looking at the girl's dark and strange pupils, night Yan cold bent his thin lips and asked.

He leaned over and supported one side of the table with one hand. With a handsome face of abstinence, he leaned the girl against the table. "I only belong to you. That's good, isn't it?"

Ran Bai was calm and cool. She leaned lazily on the table, raised her eyes and asked calmly, "are you in love?"

"No." the young president replied calmly, with a cold face, "you teach me."

Ranbai smiled and replied lazily, "OK..."

The ending sound is elongated, showing a bit of flavor that means ignorance.

With her slender and beautiful hands, she gently picked up the man's arc beautiful white jaw and bent over in the surprised eyes of yeyan Han.

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With one hand on the table, ran Bai got up slowly and carelessly pulled up yeyan Han. She stood there with arrogant and loose posture and full of attack.