I pulled the grass

Lu Wange looked at him fascinated, and suddenly he was taken aback. Lu Wanzong's eyes changed, and he looked at himself deeply and quietly.He even took two steps forward, getting closer, almost sticking to himself.Lu Wanzong approached him, his eyes were still moist, which made him look more profound when viewed from close up. He stared at him closely, his lips slightly pursed.

Lu Wange seemed to have been immobilized, staring blankly at him like this, trying to back up and avoid, but found that his hands and feet didn't seem to be in control.

He couldn't move, he couldn't escape, he watched him approach, and then he approached, and even saw himself in his eyes, flustered and helpless, trying to hide and cater, he almost touched the tip of his nose.

At this moment, his heart was beating wildly, Lu Wanger thought, he must have heard it, so close and so loud.

He breathed heavily, his body trembled slightly, and he unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes. At this moment, the slightly fragile face was in front of him, with a deceptive aura, and his eyes seemed to be full of affection and fascination.He was so nervous, his eyes swept over his lips, his mouth was dry, and he unconsciously licked his own.

The people who were close at hand seemed to be breathing heavily, and their eyes were rolling like ink. Lu Wange couldn't bear the persecution, trembling and closing his eyes, he heard Lu Wanzong's deep laughter ringing in his ears: "When you were young , but I often use a pair of chopsticks with me, now I use your straw once, what's wrong?"

Lu Wange opened his eyes wide in disbelief, the person in front of him had already left, and was looking at him with a smile and doubts, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of confusion.Lu Wange's eyes were red all of a sudden, he pushed him away, turned around and ran out.

After he went out, Lu Wanzong suppressed his smile and sat down in the chair dejectedly.

He wanted to make a joke at first, but he didn't expect that he almost lost control.

Especially when the petal-like lips were moistened by unconscious licking, and when the almost blurred eyes were staring at him, he wanted to kiss him.

If he hadn't prepared a good draft at the beginning, he himself would not be sure to say the last sentence.That last sentence almost exhausted all his self-control.The arrow has to be fired on the string.

After speaking, he actually regretted it.

His books are still spread out there, the snacks have not been finished, and the milk tea he just drank is still on his table.

Lu Wanzong took out his mobile phone and looked at it for a while, but he didn't dial it in the end.What do you say?How can you pretend nothing happened?

Rubbing his temples, Lu Wanzong leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.

The flower-like lips flashed in front of my eyes again.Lu Wange was born white, and his lips were very light, with a little bit of cherry pink, but also a thin lip. The lips set off by such a delicate face have a kind of beauty that makes people want to crumble, and I want to see that I don't know how amazing it will be when my light-colored lips are dyed peach.

Lu Wanzong took a breath, opened his eyes abruptly, and strode towards the French windows.

He reacted.

The tall man was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, the depths of his eyes were full of pain, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were tightly closed, and his chest heaved violently.

If only the heartbeat can be self-soothing, evasive, tolerable, self-deprecating, and evidence-based, and now the body is so honest, it is already like this just by thinking about it, where else can I escape?

What about him?What about his Xiaoge?How could he bear...

Lu Wanzong's eyes were suddenly sore, he covered his eyes with one hand, his tall body bent down and leaned against the window, he didn't move for a long time.