The way Zi Chen looked at her was too direct and explicit. Sang Yu had never seen him like this before, and was frightened by the danger in his eyes for a moment.
"Why are you crazy?"
She pushed him away, her fingertips trembling as she tried to put her clothes back on.
But the originally clear breeze and moonlight, like the flowers on the high mountains, the ruthless and desireless, indestructible Lord Zi Chen, leaned forward and kissed her again.
This time, she could clearly feel that something was wrong with him.
She pushed him and her voice was a little hoarse: "Zi Chen, what happened to you today?"
Zi Chen rubbed her face, his eyes were deep and unreadable, and he said: "Sang Yu, I love you, very much, how about you?"
Sang Yu's heart beat suddenly.
She admitted that she had been attracted to Zi Chen. After all, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
But he was always cold and faced her with a bad face, and no matter how much she liked him, it gradually faded away.
But now, when she was about to give up on him, he suddenly appeared. Not only did he not blame her, he even kissed her forcefully.
Now, you still say you love her very much?
Is she crazy, or is he crazy?
"No love," she said.
The light in Zi Chen's eyes dimmed obviously.
Could it be that if he had to do it over again, would he still miss her?
Sensing that his expression was not very good-looking, Sang Yu couldn't help but say: "But I like him a little bit."
Well, she admitted, more than a little, it seemed like a little more after he said he trusted her and kissed her.
But just this little bit was enough to make Zi Chen ecstatic.
He pinched her shoulders and said, "Sang Yu, will you marry me?"
Sang Yu looked at him in shock.
She had just severely injured one of his own people, and he was anxious to propose to her?
She touched his forehead: "I don't have a fever."
Zi Chen stared at her: "I'm serious."
"Then prove it..."
Before Sang Yu could finish speaking, her voice was choked.
The other person's breath pressed over her overwhelmingly, and the unfamiliar feeling made her fair face turn red instantly.
Five hundred years old Sang Yu is very bold. When she saw Zi Chen for the first time, she was amazed by his cold face.
She sat on the peach tree and whistled a rascally way to him.
"Hey, can I touch you?"
Zi Chen gave her a sword with his backhand.
He had never seen such a shameless person like her.
But now, looking at the girl who was suppressed under him, with a flushed face and did not dare to look directly at him, he realized that she had no intention or courage.
He held her hand and brought it to him, with a smile on his face: "Don't you want to touch it?"
Sang Yu pouted at him, her ears red and bleeding: "Rogue."
She scolded him, but her body still clung to him and refused to leave.
Zi Chen kissed her lips, and the feeling of her heart beating was terrifyingly real.
The longing he had accumulated for hundreds of years was finally released at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time passed, the girl snuggled softly in his arms. He patiently helped her get dressed. The girl looked at him with soft eyes.
A gentle knife can kill people.
Zi Chen felt that the desire that he had finally relieved began to float again.
She had no idea, so she played with his hair and asked him: "You don't mind that I'm a demon?"
"What do you think?"
The girl snorted softly: "Who knows, you gods may look at justice, but in fact they are sanctimonious and not a good thing..."
He blocked her lips.
After a long time, he continued to ask: "What now?"
"It's still the same now..." She rubbed the tail of his red eyes, "Our Lord Zi Chen looks serious, but he turns out to be so wild in private..."
She smiled like a seductive fox.
"Who knows if you and I are dual cultivators to deceive my trust so that you can kill me..."
