Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Deng Zepan took a deep breath, and let out a soft sigh, as if he was enduring: "You come here first, it's a very important thing, come here and I'll tell you."

Mo Yinglan seemed to trust Deng Zepan very much, and strode towards him without any defense. Deng Zepan's pupils shrank slightly, and a struggling light flashed in his eyes.

Mo Yinglan didn't notice anything was wrong at all, he stood calmly in front of Deng Zeshi.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yinglan crossed her arms, and raised her head casually to look at him. A drop of water dripped from a strand of hair next to her ear, soaking into her collarbone. After taking a bath, her skin was glowing red from the steam. Very tempting.

Deng Zepan let out a low growl, unable to restrain himself anymore, he suddenly took a step forward, caught off guard, Mo Yinglan's nose almost hit his hard and broad chest.

Mo Yinglan frowned and backed away, before she could reach out her hand to push him away, Deng Zebao took another step forward, Mo Yinglan had no choice but to continue to retreat, and was cornered in a short while.

When her back was leaning against the cold wall, Mo Yinglan couldn't help reaching out and pushing Deng Zepan away, "What are you doing? Why are you crazy?"

He raised his head irritably, and seeing Deng Zepan's red eyes and bloodshot eyes, he was stunned. He asked with concern: "Deng, Brother Deng, what's wrong with you..."

Deng Zepan didn't answer him, but silently stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Yinglan's wrist. His strength was exceptionally strong, and the veins on his hand were bulging.

When he tightly clenched Mo Yinglan's wrist, Mo Yinglan only felt that he was exerting force with the intention of crushing his wrist bone alive.

Mo Yinglan frowned, it seemed that she was in extreme pain, a trace of guilt flashed in Deng Zebao's eyes, but when he saw Mo Yinglan tried his best to escape, his gradually clear eyes became fierce again.

"Sorry, don't blame me."

Deng Zepan muttered to himself while trapping Mo Yinglan in the corner. Mo Yinglan tried to move, but found that she couldn't move at all. In this position, even if Deng Zepan didn't have the terrifying strength he has now, Mo Yinglan could hardly resist , because he has nowhere to exert his strength.

Deng Zepan lowered his head, their heads were very close to each other, their noses almost touched.

Mo Yinglan turned her head: "What are you doing?"

Deng Zepan panted and approached: "I, I like you, no, Xiao Zhu, I love you."

Mo Yinglan turned her head in shock: "What did you say?!"

Deng Zebao took the opportunity to lower his head and wanted to kiss Fangze. After all, Xiao had wanted to kiss Fangze for a long time. He is also a normal adult man with his beloved in his arms. He is not Liu Xiahui, so it is impossible that he has no desire.

Sensing his thoughts, Mo Yinglan widened her eyes. Under the shock, she forgot to resist. Deng Zepan's eyes were shining with excitement. It's almost time, it will be successful soon...

"roll!"

The extremely cold voice sounded suddenly, Deng Zebao's eyes went dark, and then his body felt dizzy.

His body fell heavily on the ground, and the expensive suit on his body was also messed up. He propped up his body in a daze, and then his mind came to his senses.

The blood in Deng Zepan's eyes had disappeared silently at some point, and now he was very clear-headed, but he felt stiff and cold all over, and the desperate courage just now was defeated in an instant.

Deng Zepan raised his head, his eyes were full of resentment, he smiled wryly, although he didn't know why his head was hot, but the fact had already happened, and his feelings for Mo Yinglan had been broken.

But I didn't expect that at the last moment, it still fell short after all.