Vampires are reborn too

The sound of slapping his chest made Luo Jin feel excited, but his expression was cautious and he did not dare to say anything. His hands were flat on the man's shoulders, and all the weight of his body was concentrated on these two points. There was a sneaky smirk on his face, from an angle that the man couldn't see.

He pretended to stand up with a lot of strength, but in fact his legs didn't use much strength, and he stood up completely by holding the man with his hands.

Thinking of his weight of about 150 jin on the man's shoulder, Luo Jin couldn't believe it, he would feel no pain at all, but the man's temperament was indifferent, so he didn't complain.

It's just that this doesn't make Luo Jin feel guilty towards him in the slightest. He just scared his own account, and he hasn't settled with him yet!

"Oh...but it's your own fault. You can't just come in. I've been standing near the door and I didn't see you come in. So you came early in the morning. Since there are people here Three-on-one, bullying scenes, you must also see the real thing, why don't you stop it? You even rescued me, a good person who quelled the vicious fight, pretending to be a ghost and scaring me again and again, causing me mental damage and a beautiful face Pale!"

He quickly found a reason for himself to accuse him, and successfully changed the subject by talking nonsense. Luo Jin justly and convincingly pointed at the man's nose, calling him a villain who would never save him.

"Huarong loses color...Huarong..." The man recited silently, chewing on the last two words, speaking such accurate Chinese from a foreign-looking mouth, which really made people feel a little bit out of harmony. feel.

Seeing his concentration, Luo Jin forgot that there was a festival with him before, and kindly acted as a Chinese teacher to explain his doubts, "I know you must not understand the meaning of this Chinese sentence, you look like a foreigner , but actually your Chinese is pretty good..."

When praising the man, he did not forget to give him a thumbs up, and winked his left eye ambiguously, "But you are not an authentic Chinese after all, and there are many words that are still difficult to understand. I can't blame you, don't you It's so sad, China has a long history..."

"Are you an out-and-out Chinese?" The man's voice, as cool as the night breeze, naturally interrupted Luo Jin's endless nonsense that missed the point, "You don't look like that."

"Me?" Thinking of something, he touched his face. Many people have said that Luo Jin's eyes and face look like Europeans, but he was an orphan since he was a child, and he grew up in an orphanage. It is good to survive. Tracing back to the source to find his life experience is futile, he lives in the present, as long as he is happy.

"I am a native Chinese, oops..... The point is not here, the important thing is the meaning of Huarong, which means that I am as beautiful as a flower, that is, as beautiful as a flower, understand?"

Tapped the wrists of both hands together, opened the palms to support his chin, showed a sweet smile like a flower, and motioned for the man to see.

The other party's brown eyes were gradually stained with a layer of bright purple under the changing moonlight, like small flames that sprang up, bright and deep.

"I understand what Huarong means, but I just don't understand where is your Huarong?"

Huh?What?

Suddenly, his chin was pinched by cold fingers, and he lifted it up to the angle of looking up, forcing him to look closer at the pair of dark brown eyes of the tall man who had studied and judged doubts. Under the moonlight, the brown and purple pupils reflected Luo Jin looked flustered.

Being ridiculed is a small matter, but the feeling of being caught and controlled by a man is a big matter.

Obviously just now I was condescending to look down at the steady man who was sitting on the ground as motionless as plaster. In the blink of an eye, he had already stood in front of me and captured him at a speed that Luo Jin could not imagine. He imagined that he was even taller and more oppressive.

"You're starting to suspect that I'm not human again, are you?" The fingers pinching his chin let go, and the fingertips wandered over Luo Jin's delicate skin. With a darker color, there is a smile on the corner of the lips, which is the bloodthirsty smile of some kind of beast after catching a long-lost prey.

It's just that his expression is indifferent, which is just right for people to hardly notice.

Suddenly, the man opened his fingers and wrapped his entire palm around Luo Jin's slender neck, feeling the rapid flow of hot blood under the beating pulse, warming his cold hands, "If I tell you, I'm really not human, I Yes... Suck..."

"Excuse me, guest, are you lost?" A question from outside melted Luo Jin's frozen blood, his dull eyes turned, and his thoughts started again, but he finally didn't know what happened. It was empty, and he was alone in the room.

It's just that the clear cold touch on the neck and the man's brown and purple eyes still gripped his heart tightly, making him believe that he had really seen that person before, a mysterious and strange handsome man.