Chapter 2762： The tired and tired little general of the tired general (27)

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She was going to get out of bed, relying on her own strength, not touching him.

Unless you jump out of bed directly.

No margin to lend her strength.

So after a while, her legs followed.

Seeing the whole person fell head down to the ground.

One hand came suddenly, clutching her back collar, dragging her back with heavy arms.

Bai Weiwei slammed into a warm embrace.

She froze.

The man was also bumped into the chest with some stuffiness.

She was stunned for a minute, barely giving the other side more chance to touch, she reached out and pushed him away, then rushed out of bed.

She didn't even take off her shoes, she made a mess, her eyes turned blankly.

However, he saw that the man was still in a sitting position, and his thin coat was open, exposing a large white skin on his chest.

He also looked at her calmly.

But there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Seems to have been rejected, he felt surprised.

Bai Weiwei immediately went over barefoot to hold a spittoon.

"Master, do you want to vomit?"

Lu Xinglan's face: "..."

Bai Weiwei looked worried, and put her spittoon to the bed.

"I just touched you. Are you sick? Don't bear it. We take it slowly. It's too intimate.

He is sick of women.

So famous.

Which comes to Lu Xinglan.

Not his literary talent, his martial arts.

It was his weird disease of women.

Lu Xinglan watched her for a while, but couldn't help raising her lips. He smiled, "No, I think my illness is better."

Bai Weiwei bowed her head a little at a loss, reaching for her messy clothes.

But when he heard his condition improved.

As soon as her beautiful eyes lighted, she raised her eyes immediately, and said softly, "Master, really?"

Lu Xinglan's eyes fell on her charming eyes for a moment.

Then he calmly said, "Well, come closer to me, I'll try to see if it's an illusion."

Bai Weiwei was barefoot at once, and was as happy as a rabbit and ran to the bed.

She tried to reach out, but hesitated.

The man sitting on the bed had extremely deep cold eyes, the shape of the eyes was abnormally beautiful, and the slightly narrow ends of the eyes had an unusually delicate arc.

He leaned on his perfectly-shaped jaw, his soft thin lips pressed flat.

A piece of ink was scattered casually, a little more random than usual, and a little more shivering evil intentions.

He looked at her hesitantly.

The thin red lips flared, "What's wrong?"

Bai Weiwei blushed and quickly said, "It's okay, don't you feel bad when I touch it?"

Lu Xinglan looked down and seemed to be thinking about something.

Then his voice was low and soft, "I don't know, you can touch it all."

This remark is very hooligan.

Unfortunately, the little white rabbit in front of me didn't understand.

Instead he looked dumbfounded and stretched out his soft white fingers, like a temptation, and fell on his shoulder.

"So, are you upset?"

Lu Xinglan glanced down and saw the beautiful white-wrist wrist that fell on his shoulder.

Slender, but with a rounded flesh.

Extraordinarily cute.

He looked for a while before slowly turning his eyes away.

"Not so uncomfortable, you try to hit something else."

Bai Weiwei hesitated for a moment, her fingertips trembling, and lightly touched his neck.

His pulse seemed a little fast.

She couldn't help shaking her fingers.

When the girl's finger just touched his neck, Lu Xinglan was overreacting.

People coming down on the battlefield.

They value their deadly places.

(End of this chapter)