Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 1329 The Glory Woman, Are Books Wearing? (29)

  The young president, with obsidian cold eyes, stared at it for three seconds, the pale and thin lips lightly opened, and he exhaled a clean and noble voice, "I am, yours."

  Dyeing white can be felt.

   Ye Yanhan tugged at the fingers of his sleeves, increased his strength a bit, even the fingertips were white.

This sentence……

   Dyeing white but not smiling, returned to the Seven Kings Mansion with Ye Yanhan.

  In an antique, cool and clean room.

  Ranbai turned sideways, leaning lazily against the door, her eyes fell on Ye Yanhan's body, and she laughed, meaning inexplicably, "You were there just now, confessing to me?"

  The handsome and expensive man looked slightly embarrassed, with red blood dripping from his ears. He nodded lightly at the girl’s smiling eyes, and exhaled an impenetrable voice, "...um."

  Ranbai walked in step by step, not hurriedly or slowly, but like walking on the cusp of Ye Yanhan's heart.

  The young president's eyes are always light and cold, and darker, revealing a little dark light.

  For a moment, he lifted his eyes coldly, pressed his thin lips lightly, and said in a low voice, the sound quality is good, implied, and more of a solemn and serious emotion, "I have never been in love."

  The cold and expensive man glanced at the dyed white and continued: "But I can learn, and learn to be a boyfriend. I can learn anything as long as you want."

Faced with those beautiful and deep eyes, dyed white expression thoughtfully, she gave a low laugh, her voice was charming: "If, I want you to give up everything and just stay by my side. ?"

  The depths of her eyes are a dark and eerie darkness, as if you are not paying attention, you will be pushed into a fatal abyss by her.

   "Hey, cut everything from you, there is only me in your world, besides, there is no other person, so lonely that makes people crazy..."

The end of her voice was stretched a bit, gentle and ethereal, which made people feel an unreal sense of illusion, as if it came from a very far away place, revealing the ethereal meaning of ethereal dust, and it seemed to come from It came from deep in my heart, one by one, beating in my heart.

  Her voice was supposed to be very nice, clear and clean, just like the cold snow of early winter, with a hint of coolness, and a hint of unexpected sweetness hidden.

But at this moment, there is an unexpected feeling of coldness, the cold that is cold into the bones, and it is full of bewitching emotions, as if from the depths of hell, from the soft voice of the devil, and like ghosts and flowers on the other side of the yellow spring, blooming to the extreme The fallen and eroded shore symbolizes the beauty of death.

  In this way, once, knocking on Ye Yanhan's eardrum.

   "Why not?" Looking at the girl's dark and weird eyes, Ye Yanhan bends her thin lips, and asks back.

  He leaned over, propped the side of the table with one hand, with a handsome face of abstinence, and put the **** the table, “I belong to you alone. That’s great, isn’t it?”

   Dyeing white without panic, with a cold expression, leaning on the table lazily, raising his eyes, and asking unhurriedly: "Will you fall in love?"

   "I haven't talked about it." The young president replied calmly, with a cold face, "You teach me."

  Ranbai chuckled lightly, then lazily replied: "Okay..."

  The ending sound is elongated, with a somewhat unclear taste.

   With slender and beautiful hands, she gently raised the man's beautiful white chin, leaning over Ye Yanhan's surprised eyes.

  ……

  A hundred words omitted here? ? ?

  Ranbai held the tabletop with one hand, stood up unhurriedly, and casually pulled Ye Yanhan up. She stood there with an arrogant and undisciplined posture, full of aggressiveness.

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