Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 710
He stared at her in a daze for two seconds, restraining his instincts. His mistrust and vague consciousness pushed Cen Zhou's vigilance to the maximum. His voice was cold and forbearing, and he called her name intermittently: "Su Qing'an..."

Almost tough and commanding.

"go out!"

Su Qingan had never heard him speak in such a voice.

She finally realized something was wrong, squinting at the boy's flushed face.

His skin is cold and fair, so the crimson color is pervasive. The long black eyelashes are wet and drooping, and some shadows are cast on one side of the high bridge of the nose. No deep dimples.

Sweat was dripping down from the Adam's apple along the jawline, and the arc of swallowing with the head up and down became extremely astringent.

Even the neckline was ripped apart messily and roughly, exposing half of the hard collarbone.

An increasingly unconcealable aura exudes from his whole body.

Very aggressive and overwhelming.

Su Qing'an looked at him, suddenly smiled, and moved closer to him, as if she had discovered some kind of evil: "You have Chinese medicine, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Thinking of who drugged Cen Zhou, Su Qing'an's eyes were filled with layers of gloom, which couldn't compare to the alluring appearance of the person in front of him at this moment.

"Don't..." Cen Zhou gasped and turned his head, "Don't touch me..."

He was making a final struggle with reason.

"Do you need me to help you?"

Su Qingan asked in a low voice.

Because it was darkness, other senses became extremely sharp, so he could clearly smell some kind of light fragrance contaminated with herbs, as well as the unique fragrance of his daughter's house.

Sweet, rushing into the breath, relieved of thirsty suffocation.

Familiar, let go of the last trace of vigilance.

Su Qingan didn't notice it, and exposed the most slender and fragile neck, and asked patiently: "You have Chinese medicine, you need me..."

The boy's dark eyes reflected her shadow, jumping up and down, and his bright red lips occupied his sight. He didn't want to listen to her anymore.

He looked at her like a wolf cub staring at his prey, wishing he could swallow her up.

Su Qing'an wanted to find a doctor for him. If the effect of the medicine was shallow, the doctor could solve it, but if it was strong, it would be difficult.

It's just that before she could finish her sentence, someone grabbed her wrist and fell onto the couch, her hot body pushed down behind her!
The red cloak whirled in the field of vision.

His breath hit the back of her neck.

Su Qing'an was in a daze, her side face was forced to sink into the soft pillow, exposing her entire back to Cen Zhou.

In fact, she doesn't like this kind of completely forced posture, it will make her feel very insecure.

"Cen—" Su Qingan frowned, and before she could say the reprimand, she felt a sharp pain in her neck.

The woman gasped, trying to struggle to get up, but was forcibly held down again.

"Don't move." The deep and hoarse voice fell, implying that it was unbearable.

Su Qingan heard his strong heartbeat, and it was pounding, pressing against her back, as if intimate.

In order to struggle, she raised her upper body, her body stretched out into an extremely beautiful curve, her waist was flexible and delicate, three thousand black hairs were scattered on her snow-white skin, her complexion was a little painful: "Be sober—"

If Su Qing'an knew that she would face Cen Zhou who was completely out of control tonight, she would definitely not choose to come alone.

Breathing hot and thin, Cen Zhou stared at this body in the dark, completely irrational, no matter what she said, everything was done by instinct.

Under his palm is her trembling and slender body, like a dying but proud white swan.

Totally out of control, off, to the other extreme.

(End of this chapter)