Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 1913 The beautiful neighbor loves to turn the window (54)

  Ranbai raised her eyes subconsciously, and ran into the snow-clothed boy standing on the balcony.

  Dyeing white: "..."

balcony? ?

  Dan Bai walked over without expression, opened the balcony door, she glanced out: "How did you come here?"

  The young man let out a breath of cold air and bends his clear and cold eyes: "It turned the window."

  Dyeing white: "..."

  A good door doesn’t go, you turn the window? !

  What do you think?

  Really reliable.

As if seeing the girl’s thoughts, Gu Ciyan’s soft lips slightly bend, bullying up, hug the girl’s waist, light fragrance across her ears, warm breath spraying beside her ears. The voice was light and soft: "I want to surprise you."

  Dye white: indifferent face.jpg

   "Did you go to Chen Tian's house?" The young man leaned on the side of the table, looked at her with his eyes, and asked in a very calm voice.

  Ranbai sat lazily on the chair, nodded slightly, and gave a hmm.

  The handsome young man wore a snow-white shirt with buttons buttoned to the top, rigorously covering the porcelain white collarbone, and intertwined with the meticulous black tie to form a different kind of cold abstinence.

  He narrowed his eyes slowly, his eyes were like a clear pool under the moonlight, and his eyes were flat: "What did you say?"

  Ranbai suddenly wanted to laugh, "Are you jealous?"

  The young man looked at her expressionlessly, with deep black eyes.

   "Hey, you can eat all Chen Tian's vinegar? Can you be more advanced." Dyeing white with a smile, "I have nothing to do with him."

  The young heir hooked up the corners of his crimson lips in a good mood, with a low voice, as clear as ice and snow: "I know."

   Ran Bai glanced at him,

  This person seems to be born to be rigorous and calm, even jealous and shy, with a blank expression, like the steep ice and snow, clean and indifferent.

   Dyeing white lightly tweeted,

  She doesn't have any hobbies, it's just that this cold and snowy feeling makes her a little bit want to destroy.

  The girl's eyes gradually darkened, almost overflowing with black mist, she suddenly chuckled, and without warning, grabbed the boy's tie, forcing the slender boy to bend forward slightly.

  The distance between the two people suddenly narrowed.

  The slender boy was forced to hold both sides of the chair with his hands. His long eyelashes were hanging down, and his eyes were like fine pieces of ice and snow, looking at her calmly.

  Dyeing white lips and smiling, with an evil temperament.

  She pulled his tie with one hand, her white fingers and black tie showed a different kind of abstinence.

  The boy’s pure black tie was a bit slanted, and the collar was slightly crooked, revealing a half porcelain-white collarbone, beautiful and charming, and his usual rigorous and calm appearance was exceptionally different.

   Dyeing white chuckled, she lifted her eyes, bit the boy's white chin, moved up slowly, and kissed it.

  Gu Ciyan's expression stopped, his white fingers tightened the handle of the chair slightly, and the beautiful curve of the bewitching Adam's apple under the snow-white collar rolled slightly, his eyes looked like a lake under the moon, unfathomable.

  Clear and clean cedar scent intertwined, breathing is gentle and obsessed.

  The cold moonlight faintly spilled in the room, leaving a faint silver light.

The snow-clothed boy propped his hands on both sides of the chair, kneeled on one knee and half-kneeled on the ground, with broken ink hair falling on his forehead. The curved beautiful white lower jaw was slightly raised, and the dark eyes under his long eyelashes were dark. He kissed the **** the chair piously, sideways. Yan contour is gentle and perfect under the light moonlight.

  Dyeing white as if the flames floating in the depths of the teenager's black eyes could be seen, she gave a low smile, and the corners of her pale lips brushed the teenager's long eyelashes.

For a long time,

  Gu Ciyan breathed slightly, and the calmness of his eyes was disturbed by the darkness. He buried his head in the girl's neck, his face expressionless and gentle.

   "Mr. Gu." The girl called out with a low smile, and the three words were dyed white and spoke in an unhurried tone, and they seemed to have a different kind of intricateness.

   "Yeah. I'm here." The white-clothed boy knelt on one knee, raised his eyes, his voice was calm and dull, and he had a unique sense of youthfulness.

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