Chapter 1802

But when she looked at her face carefully, she found that her eyes were clean and still calm.

Are you wrong?

Tuoba Xuan felt that he was really bewildered, and even had hallucinations. He shook his head, because suddenly he had this kind of mind, his heart became more and more depressed, and he didn't want to stay any longer. He said casually, "you rest, I'll go back."

Then turn around to leave, the footstep is in a hurry, from the back, can see a bit messy.

Su Kui picked up the eyebrows, and the light lips raised a cold arc.

-

"tuobaxuan is really an infatuated species. If he doesn't throw his heart out, will he not give up?"

When Tuoba Xuan left and the room was quiet again, a low voice with a little irony sounded. In addition to the cold tone, there is also an undisguised sense of killing.

Suddenly I heard such a sudden voice in the dark. If you are an ordinary person, maybe you are really scared.

But Su Kui gently lifted his eyes and smiled slowly.

"I know you're not dead, Meng Zhian, get out."

Voice fell, a tall big Xin long figure jumped from the beam of the room, and landed steadily on the ground. The deep eyes of the twin like the night were staring at her without blinking. The hot temperature could almost scald people. There, hidden almost can not hide the missing.

"Arjen, I'm back."

The body fell into the broad chest, and the cold smell of his body lingered in the air, drilling into the nasal cavity, and the cold smell of pine smoke and ink. Su Kui took a deep breath and closed his eyes. At this moment, it was quiet.

Time seems to be stagnant at this moment. I don't know who will take the initiative first. In a word, when the reaction comes, his big palm has already grasped her slender waist. And Su Kui's hand, also dead buckle in his back brain, fingers restlessly pull his hair.

So dry firewood, fire, a touch.

Blue curtain slowly down, half open window sleet, the wind swept the snow roaring past, with curtain curtain seems to be people can be moved, lingering.

Doing this kind of thing is the shortest way for the body to heat up as soon as possible in the cold winter.

Su Kui, whose bones were so cold that he felt as if there were a fire in his body, burned out as the big palms with thick cocoons passed by.

Sweat from the forehead, dripping into the eyes, eyes are wet with sweat, dark hair stuck in the forehead, two people's hair intertwined, ten fingers linked.

Two eyes with water light look at each other in the night. In the storm, maybe they can see clearly, maybe they just want to see her.

"Do you miss me? Well? "

Meng Zhian's hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and his earlobes hurt slightly. "I heard your voice in my dream, and told me that if I died, you would not hesitate to put yourself into Tuoba Xuan's arms."

"How can I make you do what you want?" he said

"This life, next life, next life, next life, you have to be mine."

"Don't give you up, even to death."

"So, Arjen, give up."

"Arjen, have I ever said that I am pleased with you?"

Su Kui gasped. "Oh, No."

Meng Zhian's eyes flashed with a smile. He lowered his head and kissed her sweaty sideburns. His voice was soft. He said, "ah, I'm pleased with you. Do you hear me?"

"No."