Chapter 127.1

Cool and handsome, her pretty face gradually enlarged in Liang Xiaoyu's eyes. When she leaned over, Xin Zezhao's thick and long eyelashes even stroked her cheek.

The sudden warming temperature makes Liang Xiaoyu's face flush again. The deer in her heart is pounding and feels her heart beating fast.

Xinzezhao leaned over, her thin and sexy lips brushed like feathers, and gently rubbed from liangxiaoyu's delicate petals. Her slender and well-defined hands raised her chin.

The thin lips opened gently, and the low and oppressive voice rose in the air, adding the coolness of winter to the late autumn: "I said, stay away from Xin Jingyu Or are you hungry and thirsty? "

The tall and straight figure forms a shadow in front of Liang Xiaoyu, which completely covers her and makes her more petite. However, the ironic words are like a sharp knife, which mercilessly cuts through the beauty in the air.

The deer in Liang Xiaoyu's heart seems to lose its direction in the collision, and one of them is killed in the atrium. Gradually it cools down, and the disappointment in the clear Apricot's eyes is fleeting.

The scallion white jade hand gently raised and stroked Xin Zezhao's face like jade, lingered on his angular features, and gently breathed in Xin Zezhao's ear with a smile, whispering: "yes, so are you delivering it now?"

The faint fragrance is constantly filling in the breath, and the slightly provocative tone makes Xin Zezhao almost out of control. He grabs Liang Xiaoyu's chin with more force.

"So you don't refuse to come now?" Xin Zezhao narrowed his eyes dangerously and raised his sword eyebrows.

"Yes, in your eyes, I am not so cheap?" Liang Xiaoyu is fearless and indifferent. His tone implies a sharp blade and laughs at himself.

"Liang Xiaoyu!" Xin Zezhao gave a roar and bent over to cool Xiaoyu's lips

"Xin Zezhao, do you like me?" Seeing that Xin Zezhao's beautiful lips are about to cover his thin and tender lips, Liang Xiaoyu suddenly blurts out such a sentence.

Like water and like song, the clear and crisp voice floated out of the lip petals. It was light and weightless, but it was like a heavy hammer. Xin Zezhao froze on the spot. As long as he moved forward a little bit, Xin Zezhao could hold the delicate petals.

The seemingly casual words are full of satire, and the atmosphere is at an impasse. Liang Xiaoyu doesn't say anything more. He just looks at Xin Zezhao quietly with flashing apricot eyes.

In the middle of the sound, Xin Zezhao slowly released Liang Xiaoyu and stepped back a few steps. His usual graceful steps were a little messy.

"Liang Xiaoyu, are you kidding?" Xin Zezhao's cold eyes drooped slightly, and there was a faint shadow under his eyelashes.

"Ha ha, dare not admit it?" Liang Xiaoyu follows Xin Zezhao's eyes and asks provocatively.

Liang Xiaoyu's words, like a sharp sword, hit Xin Zezhao somewhere in his heart, which made him very angry. But his angry expression just flashed by. In a short time, Xin Zezhao was back to his old impassive iceberg face.

The complexion immediately a cold, rely on the advantage of tall body, condescending with arrogant squint at cool small more than one eye, long cold eyes of disgust at a glance.

"You are nothing but a plaything. Don't take yourself too seriously."

Hearing the harsh words with sharp spines, Liang Xiaoyu's face was not the same at all, and the smile on her face was as invariable as a mask.

"Then why are you angry? Who am I with and what does it matter to you? Or are you afraid that I'm going to tarnish your brother? " Liang Xiaoyu's epilogue rises, which seems to imply something.

All of a sudden, Xin Zezhao's eyes coagulated, and his eyes were like a knife across Liang Xiaoyu's face, overflowing with murderous air.

With a thin cocoon, a strong hand stretched forward, mercilessly clasped Liang Xiaoyu's delicate and white neck. Xin Zezhao tightly pursed his lips, but his hand was gradually forced.

Liang Xiaoyu suddenly felt that the air around her became thin, and the feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath constantly came to her. Out of the instinct of survival, her slender hand constantly patted Xin Zezhao's strong arm.

Knowing that Liang Xiaoyu's white face turned red, her forehead was dripping with sweat, and the strength of her struggle was weakening, Xin Zezhao released her hand with great restraint.