Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Forget it, it doesn't matter whether he believes it or not, it doesn't really matter.

"Anyway -" Nan Qiao stepped back to a normal distance and paused slightly, "General, don't think too much, you will see again."

She loosened the grip on Shang Ce's jaw, turned it upward, and gently traced his handsome brows with her fingertips.

The eyebrows are thick and sharp, as cold and hard as his temperament, which fits his personality very well. However, the long eyelashes make his eye lines much softer.

It's a pity that I can't see his eyes now.

Nan Qiao had only seen his eyes in the darkness of last night. They were the same black as his eyelashes. At that time, even though they were not focused, they were still outstandingly beautiful.

"Ha..." Nan Qiao laughed softly, and the originally gentle voice suddenly became much deeper, as if there was something else in it.

"Actually, I also want to see clearly what the general's eyes look like."

Nan Qiao moved her gaze to his face, her eyes changed slightly, as if there were turbulence, but if she looked carefully, it seemed that it was just as calm as water.

I want to see him staring at me intently, and I want to see him open his eyes and cry and rely on her. I also want to see these beautiful eyes become distracted because of me, and become covered with a layer of soft and moist red because of me...

It's not because of these annoying "rouge tears" that even the true face cannot be revealed.

The slight touch on the face is as if it was swept by the spring rain or blown by the soft summer wind. It is very weak, but it cannot be ignored.

Probably people who have lost their sight will be more sensitive to various touch sensations. This usually insignificant feeling has now been infinitely amplified and turned into a violent storm.

Shang Ce paused for breath.

Nan Qiao stopped talking. It was quiet for a while, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

There was clearly a mountain breeze blowing and birds singing outside the door, but he couldn't feel it at all.

The only thing he could perceive was the person standing in front of him.

Perhaps Nan Qiao didn't close the door tightly when he entered just now. There would always be wind blowing by his ears and lips from time to time, combined with Nan Qiao's fingertips rubbing between his eyebrows.

Shang Ce's breathing became lighter and softer, allowing Nan Qiao to hold his face in his hands like a work of art and observe it carefully.

The fingers on his side were slightly curled, as if someone had cast a restraining spell on him. For a moment, he was inexplicably afraid to move.

In the silence, Nan Qiao seemed to be no longer satisfied with just outlining his eyebrows. After gently brushing his trembling eyelashes with her nails, she began to follow his tall mountain roots.

The bridge of the nose is straight, and extending downward are the lips, which are full and beautiful in shape. The lips are slightly open and the color of the lips is a little pale.

His eyes followed the movement of his fingers.

Nan Qiao clasped Shang Ce's chin again, pressed his thumb to his lips, and rubbed them gently a few times.

As she moved, her originally light-colored lips slowly gained color.

Shang Ce finally came to his senses: "Girl."

Originally, he wanted to remind Nan Qiao, but when he opened his mouth like this, Nan Qiao's hand moved forward even more.

At first glance, this posture looked like he took Nan Qiao's finger in his mouth.

Shang Ce froze and stood there in a daze.

He can't see it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how powerful such a posture is...

Shang Ce's face turned red suddenly, and a thin layer of pink was right under Nan Qiao's eyes, spreading from his face to behind his ears and neck.

Just like shrimps that have been exposed to hot water, the red color is very uniform.

"Ha..." Nan Qiao laughed inexplicably, but did not withdraw his hand. He confidently placed it where it was, staying still.

"What did the general want to say?"

Shang Ce didn't dare to speak, for fear that Nan Qiao would get closer.

He just raised his head slightly, found Nan Qiao's direction based on his feeling, and shook his head slightly at her.

Girl, don't do this.

He prayed silently.

His fingers clenched the quilt tightly, creating obvious wrinkles. Veins popped up on the back of his hands, and a patch of dark pink appeared on his rounded and clean nails.

Nan Qiao blinked, of course she understood what he was talking about.

But he deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "The general said that he doesn't want to say anything, is that true?"

no! How could it be?

Shang Ce shook his head a little wider.

"What is that?" Nan Qiao tilted his head, "I can't read minds. If the general doesn't tell me, how will I know?"

"Huh?" Nan Qiao gently pressed the soft hand.

Shang Ce was startled by her sudden movement, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, and quickly raised his hand to grab Nan Qiao's wrist.

You obviously know it!

Nan Qiao raised his eyebrows. After being caught by him, he advanced instead of retreating. This turned out to be even more extreme!

!

Her presence was so strong that Shang Ce's expression completely froze on his face.

Even his body had some weird reactions due to her wanton behavior. If his arms were not strong enough and he supported his body in time, he would have fallen directly on the quilt.

How could this be?

Shang Ce was angry, but he didn't dare to move. Even when he grabbed Nan Qiao's hand, he just held it, without any movement to pull her away.

After all, he is not a fool. With Nan Qiao's appearance, it is obvious that he is unwilling to give up.

If he insists, he will probably be the only one who suffers.

When the two confront each other, most of the time the weaker side can only bow its head.

"Aunt... girl..."

Shang Ce spoke vaguely, tightened his fingers slightly and grabbed her wrist. There was a thin layer of sweat on the palms of my hands. I don't know if it was because of nervousness or anger.

"Please...um...let me go..."

"What if I don't?" Nan Qiao asked softly, but the movements of her hands were completely different from her soft tone.

"What is the general going to do?"

"Well..." Shang Ce couldn't help but sobbed.

"Girl... let go..."

"Let me go!" His voice was a little softer, already taking on a flattering tone.

It was Nan Qiao who kept causing trouble. As a result, he spoke intermittently, just five words, just one sentence, but he read it for a long time.

He had already given in, but Nan Qiao was a greedy wolf who only knew how to plunder and had no idea of ​​satisfaction.

She raised her eyebrows, as if she was dissatisfied: "General, just a few words?"

"It's too insincere."

"General, what do you think?"

Shang Ce's face turned red, but he had to give in: "What... do you... want...?"

He no longer cares about so much, he just wants to get out of trouble now!

Such a scene is simply not something a person who has had almost no contact with the opposite sex can bear.

What a shame.

"Why don't you..." Nan Qiao drawled, "General, please beg me?"

"Maybe I will let the general go." She gave a perfect smile.