Chapter 371

Su Rourou is like a sculpture. The whole person is tight, biting his lower lip and allowing his fingers to misbehave.

His fingertips brought a strange touch. It was so cold, but the place he passed was a prairie fire.

Feeling the movement of his fingertips, Su Rourou finally understood what he was writing.

He wrote: Happy New Year

Three black lines suddenly appeared on her forehead: Did someone say "Happy New Year" in such a flirting way?

Around 11 pm, Su rourourou followed her parents back to her home.

When she came to the door of her bedroom, she guessed that Luo Yichen, the great demon, must be hiding in a corner again, waiting for her to push the door in and give her a "bear hug of love"

This time, she learned well. Just pushed the door gently and the whole person jumped back alertly.

However, this time Luo Yichen didn't rush up, but stood quietly in front of the window, looking like he had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Luo Yichen, it's so dark. Why don't you turn on the light!" Su Rourou said as she pressed the switch.

However, before her hand touched the switch, she was pressed by a pair of warm and powerful hands.

"Don't turn on the light." Luo Yichen's gentle voice like the spring breeze sounded in her ear, with a trace of bewitchment, "darker, there is an atmosphere."

He stood behind her, close to her, his hands naturally around her waist. And in front of her is a wall

Su Rourou suddenly felt a chill: the atmosphere... Lonely men and women in the middle of the night, want so much atmosphere, what do you want?

She remembered his series of "flirting" moves when he was just watching the Spring Festival Gala at his house, and the small flame that had just cooled down in her body tended to rekindle.

"It's late... Aren't you going back to bed?" Feeling his body close to her part, she carefully stood up straight and dared not even move. I'm afraid that just such a gentle action can stir up the fire in his body.

Of course, it also includes the fire in your body.

"Why, don't you want me... To accompany you on the vigil?" Luo Yichen bit her ear and whispered, and the burning breath sprayed on her neck.

Vigil? Su Rourou had no choice but to caress her forehead: she had a hunch that if she agreed, Luo Yichen, a big tailed wolf, would advance an inch and stay in her little bed.

Just as she was thinking about how to politely refuse him, there was a burst of crackling firecrackers outside the window, followed by bursts of fireworks in the air.

It turned out that it was zero, and the night watchers set off fireworks and firecrackers one after another to pray for a good start in the coming year.

At the same time, the mobile phones they put in their pockets are buzzing - it's the time of the big explosion of mobile text message boxes every year.

The ambiguous atmosphere between the two disappeared with the sound waves stronger than before.

Su Rourou blushed and gently broke free from his arms. She pretended to look down at her mobile phone screen to hide her shyness.

In fact, everyone's text messages are similar. They are all copied and pasted mass text messages. Some people even forget to change their names.

Su Rourou sent the same group of blessings to their reply until... She saw Ke Shaoze's name.

The message he sent her was very short, with only four words: Happy Spring Festival.

His blessing is really short compared with other people's SMS. Not even an exclamation point or a full stop.

But Su Rourou knew that he had typed these four words with his fingers. Although brief, it has more sincerity and blessings than those long speeches.

What she didn't know was that in fact, Ke Shaoze played for more than half an hour. He deleted, hit and deleted

Finally, his fingers rubbed repeatedly on the send key, and he tangled between sending and not sending for half an hour.