Jiang Ruan was holding his face, and his expression was a little confused.

She blinked, her gaze fell on the other party's beautiful face, and her cold long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I, I'm not worried about anything......"

As if she had been bewitched, the ghost envoy did not push Gu Xichao's hand away.

Seeing that Jiang Ruan had no intention of resisting.

A shallow layer of joy appeared in his heart, and the man slightly hooked his thin cherry red lips.

He doesn't laugh often.

At this time, when I smiled, my eyebrows and eyes were clean and beautiful, and I actually had a feeling of a hundred flowers blooming, thrilling and magnificent.

Gu Xichao pinched her face like an inch.

The slender and white fingers slowly pointed upward, brushing the lip flap, depicting the woman's delicate eyebrows little by little, and finally landing on the bright and beautiful cinnabar mole in the center of the eyebrows.

Excessive intimacy of the action.

The distance between them was extremely close, and as long as Jiang Ruan raised his head slightly, the bridge of the two of their tall noses would even be brushed.

"Ah Nguyen ......"

A little murmur overflowed thin lips, and the man's slightly lowered voice inexplicably had a bit of charming and seductive taste.

"May I call you that?"

The voice coming from the ears, the low-magnetic texture, like the feeling of a small brush rubbing the eardrum, makes people's cheeks hot.

Jiang Ruan really blushed.

Damn, what is this person doing???

Flirting with her?

She took a deep breath, suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, and then, reached out and pinched the other party's delicate chin, and pushed away the fair and beautiful face with a force.

The woman was paralyzed with a fair and beautiful face, and said coolly: "No." ”

Very ruthless Azi!

With that, she dodged into the bedroom, and slipped faster than a rabbit.

Gu Meiren who was pushed away: "......"

Gu Xi's blue eyes flashed, and he didn't say anything in the end, just reached out and straightened the collar of his shirt, and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.

Then, the man's beautifully curled eyelashes drooped, and his petal-like lips opened slightly.

A very low sentence, "It's really incomprehensible......"

*

By the time Jiang Ruan came out of the shower, someone had already changed into pajamas very quickly and lay on the soft big bed.

He also held a book in his hand, and his snow-white slender fingers flipped through it carelessly.

Seeing Jiang Ruan come out, the man raised his eyes, and the faint blue light reflected through the glass lenses, refracting extremely beautiful colors.

Gu Xichao's hand was half-supporting his chin, his eyes fell on her, he looked at her from top to bottom, his thin lips were slightly hooked, "Washed?" ”

He seemed to just ask casually.

Jiang Ruan snorted, but felt more and more strange in his heart.

“……”

What the hell is this dialogue??

She slowly moved towards the bed, then sat down, and then lifted the quilt and lay down, lying in an extremely stiff position.

Jiang Ruan's face was expressionless throughout the whole process.

Her inner OS: "@#@%¥#@......"

Did this person take the wrong medicine?

Jiang Ruan silently covered the quilt until he covered his face.

Ah, leave her alone, she's dead!

"......" Seeing Jiang Ruan's movements, Gu Xichao's lips twitched.

He pulled the quilt and whispered, "Don't sleep under the quilt." ”

Jiang Ruan pretended to be dead.

Not a word.

“……”

Gu Xichao smiled angrily, he slowly leaned over, his bony hand stretched out, and his slender fingertips were slightly forced, tearing off the quilt that covered Jiang Ruan's face.

Moment.

The eyes are facing each other.

Jiang Ruan blinked innocently and said, "What are you doing?" Her paws were still tugging at the soft quilt.

The man's eyes bent slightly, he slowly lowered his body, and his slender arms rested against the soft bed, this posture was equivalent to encircling Jiang Ruan's whole person in his arms.

"You seem nervous?"

There was a faint smile in his voice.

“！”

She was slammed on the bed.

She's slammed on the bed!

Jiang Ruan's mind was repeating this sentence infinitely.