Bang—

was turned around by the other party, Xun Qiu just fell on Yingying, and the girl kept holding him firmly during the whole process without the slightest hesitation. Although Xun Qiu's weight is not large, but when he smashed it like this, Ying Yingqiao's face turned pale for a while.

The girl snorted, her face was not good-looking, but she unconsciously asked softly, "How are you?"

Ruyan's murmur of concern came into his ears, coupled with the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, no one would feel uncomfortable if he wanted to come, Xun Qiu put his hands around the girl's waist, his face rubbed forward, his forehead touched the tip of the girl's delicate nose, and then his lips almost slid against the girl's cheeks to the root of her ear, "You... You still care about me in your heart, and you still love me. ”

The warm breath spat on her face, and the expression on the girl's face was a little misty, and her ears couldn't help but flush with an intoxicating redness.

"Uh-huh?!" replied weakly, and the girl's body shook immediately, only then did she realize the inappropriate intimate contact at the moment, and her arms were forced, but Xunqiu's arms were clenched tightly, and she refused to let go of anything.

"Let me go. Ying Ying shouted angrily, the boy who pressed her on her body was no longer the boy she was seven years ago, and an indescribable breath of the opposite sex made her body a little soft.

"Don't let it go, don't let it go, and you haven't forgiven me yet, let it go now, if you run away, then what will I do. Xun Qiu shook his head and said very persistently, but the two palms were like two small loaches that drilled into the girl's back, making her whole person firmly attached to herself.

"You ......" Ying Ying looked cold, "If you don't let go of me, I'll die to show you now." The girl pulled out a silver dagger from her side and aimed it at the side of her head.

Feeling the dead cold air coming from the dagger, Xun Qiu was stunned for a moment, and after standing up with her, he let go of the arm that was holding her, but his body was never far away, for fear that she would really do something stupid.

"Yingying, I beg you, put the knife down first, can we discuss it slowly if we have something to say?" Xun Qiu begged.

As soon as he let go, Ying Ying's wrist shook, and the dagger as cold as a poisonous snake was already aimed at him.

Swish!

The dagger shook, and it stabbed directly at Xun Qiu as fast as lightning.