Chapter 60： The world's first cute at the same table (60)

Chapter 60 The world's first cutest at the same table (60)

When he arrived at Luo's villa, Uncle Zhong parked his car at the door and arranged for a servant to carry Luo Cimian's luggage.

Luo Yishen stood at the entrance of the stairs and watched, his eyes drooped and lifted, his eyes fell on Luo Cimian's face, he did not step forward or speak.

warmly greeted him warmly, Luo Yishen responded lightly and turned back to his room.

Perhaps he felt a little embarrassed about his identity.

Qin Shiya happily led Luo Cimian to his room, followed by Shiyou and Wennuan.

The beautiful lady opened the door of a room on the second floor and asked Luo Cimian, "Xiaomian, do you like the layout of this room? Just live in this room if you like."

"Very good." Luo Cimian didn't have much requirements for where he lived, after all, he had lived in a worse environment for 18 years.

"If you have anything missing, remember to tell your mother, don't be restrained."

"it is good."

Qin Shiya gave a few more simple words, and went downstairs to let someone prepare lunch.

"Shyou, I'm going to find classmate Luo Yishen and ask him to take me around. You two... Arrange freely..."

Nuan said, pointing in the direction Luo Yishen left just now.

The light bulb left very wisely.

Luo Cimian turned around and closed the door, locking it.

"What are you closing the door for?" Shiyou took a few steps back.

She feels that she is very dangerous now!

The teenager slowly approached, and hooked his lips: "Lonely man and widow, living in the same room, what do you think you will do?"

"..." Why is it so like the plot of a bully molesting a woman from a good family in the TV series.

Shiyou tilted his head to look at him and blinked: "Are you trying to say that even if you do something to me, I'm still called Tiantian not, and Earth is not working?"

Luo Cimian took a few seconds to understand what she said.

His little fairy made up what she thought.

How can you be so cute.

The    boy grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms with one hand.

Luo Cimian helped Shiyou hook the loose strands of hair behind her ears, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Just wanted to talk to you."

"..." Do you use your hands and feet to speak? I do not believe.

Luo Cimian hooked her little skirt with her fingers, "Is this dress specially made for me today?"

Shiyou stumbled: "It's... eh?"

Luo Cimian looked down at her, his eyes seemed to be warm, his breathing was a little unsteady, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Don't wear such a short skirt when you go out in the future."

Shiyou pouted, "Why? It's not good-looking?"

The tip of his nose lightly rubbed against her hair, "It's not bad-looking, it's just too good-looking..."

"Good to see... I want to hide you and let me see it alone."

The possessiveness in the boy's tone has been undisguised.

"Well then, listen to you."

It is indeed a bit cold to wear a skirt. If it is not warm and persistent, she will not wear such a short skirt.

The girl's goodness made Luo Cimian very happy.

"Did you put on lipstick today?"

"Um."

Luo Cimian stretched out his hand, pinched her chin and lifted it up: "Let me taste it, what's the difference."

"Did you kiss me, or did I kiss you?"

His voice was low and full of charm, and the warm breath just rubbed the tips of her ears, spreading all the way to her heart, as if carrying a certain kind of unique electric current, crisp and numb.

Cheeks were slightly hot, Shiyou cleared her throat: "Can't we not kiss?"

"No, if you don't kiss me, I will kiss you."

The boy paused for a while, then added slowly: "You know me, if I take the initiative, I will inevitably be unable to control my strength, in case the force is too heavy..."

(end of this chapter)