Chapter 1913

Dyed white subconsciously raised her eyes and ran into the snow boy standing on the balcony.

Dyed white: "

Balcony??

Ran Ran walked over without expression and opened the door of the balcony. She looked out and said, "how did you come here?"

The boy took a cold breath and bent his cold eyes: "turn the window."

Dyed white: "

If the door doesn't go, you turn the window?!

What do you think?

Shit.

As if he saw the girl's idea, Gu CI said that the light and soft lips were slightly bent, bullied the body, hugged the girl's waist, the light fragrance crossed her ears, the warm breath was sprayed beside her ears, and his voice was light and soft: "I want to surprise you."

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"Have you gone to Chen Tian's house?" the young man leaned against the table and looked at her. His voice was very light and his tone was calm.

Dye Bai sat lazily on the chair, nodded slightly and gave a sound.

The tall and handsome young man was wearing a snow-white shirt with buttons on the top, rigorously covering the porcelain white collarbone, and interwoven with his meticulous pure black tie into another kind of cold abstinence.

He narrowed his eyes slowly. His eyes were like a clear pond in the moonlight. His eyes were flat: "what did you say?"

Dyed white suddenly wanted to laugh, "jealous?"

The boy looked at her expressionless, with dark eyes.

"Hey, you eat Chen Tian's vinegar? Can you be more advanced." ran Bai smiled: "I have nothing to do with him."

The young heir was in a good mood to hook the light crimson lips. The voice was slightly low, as clear as ice and snow: "I know."

Ran Bai glanced at him,

This person seems to be born rigorous and calm. Even jealous and shy, he is expressionless, such as ice and snow, clean and indifferent.

Dyed white gave a light tut,

She has no hobbies, but this cold feeling of ice and snow makes her want to destroy.

The girl's eyes gradually deepened and almost overflowed the black fog. She suddenly smiled and pulled the boy's tie without warning, forcing the slender boy to bend forward slightly.

The distance between the two people suddenly narrowed.

The slender boy was forced to support both sides of the chair with his hands. His long eyelashes fell, and his eyes were like fine ice and snow. He looked at her calmly.

Dyed with white lips and corners, he is evil and cunning.

She pulled his tie with one hand, and her white fingers and black tie showed another kind of abstinence.

The young man's pure black tie deviated a little, and his collar was slightly crooked, revealing half of the porcelain white collarbone. He was bewitched by beauty. He looked very different in peace.

Dyed white Tut, she raised her eyes, bit the boy's white jaw, moved it gently and kissed it.

Gu ciyan paused. His white fingers slightly clenched the handle of the chair. The curve under the snow-white collar was beautiful, and the bewitching Adam's apple rolled slightly. His eyes were as deep as the ink pool under the moon.

The crisp and clean cedar fragrance is intertwined, and the breath is gentle and crazy.

The cold moonlight scattered faintly in the room, leaving a layer of faint silver light.

The young man in snow clothes supported both sides of the chair with both hands, knelt on one knee and half on the ground, his broken black hair fell on his forehead, his beautiful white jaw tilted slightly, his dark eyes under his long eyelashes, and kissed the girl on the chair religiously. His profile was gentle and perfect in the light moonlight.

Dyed white seemed to be able to see the floating and sinking flames in the depths of the young man's black eyes. She smiled low and wiped the young man's long eyelashes with her pale lips.

long time,

Gu ciyan's breath was slightly rapid, and the calm at the bottom of his eyes was disturbed by the dark color. He buried his head in the girl's neck socket, with an expressionless tenderness.

"Mr. Gu." the girl called with a low smile, and the three words were dyed white. She said them in a leisurely tone, as if with another kind of affection.

"Yes, I am." the young man in white kneels on one knee, raises his eyes, has a quiet and hoarse voice, and has a unique sense of romantic youth.