In contrast, Xuanyuan Yu was much happier. He was still immersed in the joy of the previous one, and he couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

"Hey, Luo'er."

He rubbed over affectionately and stretched out his big hand, trying to take her little hand.

Ling Luo's face did not change, and he quietly retracted his hand.

The smile on Xuanyuan Yu's face froze, he looked at her in surprise, and asked, "Why don't you let your husband hold your hand?" ”

Ling Luo replied lightly: "Why do you want to be involved?" ”

Xuanyuan Yu looked puzzled and said: "We are in love, the husband likes you, you like the husband, isn't it normal to hold hands?" ”

The corners of Ling Luo's lips hooked slightly, Yun smiled lightly, and said, "You still take it seriously, those few words were for Luo Ge, I want to be angry with him and frustrate his sharpness." ”

"Huh? It's not ......" Xuanyuan was stunned.

The smile on his face disappeared completely, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on his head, and his heart was cold.

"But I just took it seriously!"

Ling Luo stretched out his hand, patted Xuanyuan Yu's shoulder, symbolically soothed, and said with a light smile: "Then get rid of that thought, it's not a big deal." ”

"Luo'er, how can you ...... like this" Xuanyuan Yu's voice was a little aggrieved.

"What's that?"

Ling Luo raised his smooth chin, and a hint of cunning crossed his eyes.

Xuanyuan Yu elongated his face.

A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous color flashed in the deep eyes.

"Luo'er, that's not how the joke is made."

His voice was a little cold, a little deep.

He didn't like it, this feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

Seeing Xuanyuan Yu's serious appearance, the smile on his face also subsided a lot, and he said, "Yu, I'm not joking. ”

"Are you sure?" Xuanyuan Yu's face sank more and more, no smile, no pampering, "Are you sure you really don't like me at all?" ”

He felt strange to her.

His voice was no longer gentle and warm, but cold and piercing.

He had never spoken to himself in such a tone.

Ling Luo was stunned.

"Luo'er, you look me in the eye." Xuanyuan Yu took a step forward.

Ling Luo was stunned and couldn't help but take a step back.

She backed away, and he approached.

She retreated, and he pressed forward step by step.

After reaching the end of the road, she was completely trapped in the corner by him, and there was no way to retreat.

Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a hand and pressed Ling Luo's shoulder, while lowering his head and locking her tightly with an extremely aggressive gaze.

"You look into my eyes, touch your own conscience, and tell me again, what you said to me in the homework room is all false, all for the sake of anger."

Ling Luo raised his head, his beautiful eyes full of stubbornness.

He never forced himself, nor did he question himself with such an attitude.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

"You speak!" Xuanyuan Yu was a little annoyed and yelled at her.

The pain in the shoulder became more and more obvious. He pushed too hard.

Ling Luo frowned slightly, enduring the pain.

She didn't want to speak, she didn't want to answer. Especially not wanting to be in such a forced situation.

Xuanyuan Yu was really completely annoyed, and his voice was very hoarse: "You don't speak, are you acquiescing?" ”

He lost control of his emotions and the strength in his hands.

There was a "crunch" sound.

Ling Luo heard the sound of a cracked shoulder bone.

The corners of her lips hooked a helpless arc, and her hand was really heavy.