After reacting, Luo Yan realized that it was not the other person who fell in love.

He was simply in love with her body.

For a stallion who only has sunny desires in his head, you expect him to have feelings for people?

That's naïve!

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in that thing in your pants pocket!"

Luo Yan became more and more irritable.

She sat down on the bed without saying a word.

If tantrums don't work for him, then it's better to have a cold war.

However, no matter what tricks Luo Yan used this time, that guy was still skinless and faceless with her.

Just when the two were sitting in a stalemate, and Luo Yan was about to fall asleep while sitting, Yemo suddenly spoke.

His voice was tired, hoarse, but peaceful.

"Luo Yan." He called her name.

Luo Yan's eyelids were about to close and opened them.

She cast her gaze on the man not far away.

The man was wearing a black shirt as thick as the night, and sat on the sofa, which seemed slightly cramped to him.

He crossed his long legs, his slender arms casually rested on the armrests of the sofa, and the brilliant crystal light shrouded him, smoothing out the coldness and violence on his body a lot.

Luo Yan shook his head slightly and looked at him quietly.

He got up from the couch and slowly approached her.

Luo Yan was still immersed in her distracted thoughts at first, and when Yemo was about to approach her, she suddenly woke up.

She's sitting on the bed, this bastard must be trying to get into bed when he approaches her, right?

Thinking of this, Luo Yan immediately jumped off the bed vigilantly, she ran to the door, put her hand on the doorknob, and wanted to pull the door, but before she could make a move, her other wrist was held from behind.

Only this time, the strength of holding her hand was very gentle, if he couldn't feel the temperature of his palm, Luo Yan would almost not have noticed this strength.

She turned her head in disbelief, lowered her gaze, and looked at the large palm wrapped around her wrist......

That's right, it's Nightink's hand.

"What are you going to do?" She asked very uncertainly, for fear that if she said a wrong word, she would be dismantled by him.

After all, there is a kind of calm called calm before the storm.

She has to be on guard all the time, whether Yemo will be mad in the next second.

Yemo didn't answer her immediately, just pulled her wrist, dragged her, and sat down on the sofa.

"Let's talk." He said.

"Nothing to talk about!" Luo Yan refused without thinking about it: "Unless you can get my dad out of prison, and my brother, he ......"

"Okay."

He didn't wait for her to finish his sentence before he answered.

This is a good word, and Luo Yan was in a cold sweat when he heard it.

He is so easy to speak, is there some earth-shattering conspiracy hidden behind it?

Don't blame Luo Yan for not believing in Yemo so much, even if she had a thousand catties of trust in Yemo at the beginning, but after following him for so many years, in his violence and bullying again and again, those trusts have long been smoothed out.

Before Luo Yan could say anything, he heard Yemo continue.

"I can give you everything you want, but ...... You must stay with me, and you must not leave, let alone scold me and make trouble with me as you do today, or ...... Cold violence. ”

What a weird condition!

It's like that ridiculous deal a few months ago!

Seriously, Luo Yan really wanted to open Yemo's brain and see what was inside!