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Lou Yunting bowed his head deeply.
He is much taller than Lingchan. The adult male is tall and has broad shoulders. When he bends towards Lingchan, it is like a mountain slumping down.
It makes Lingchan look so petite, weak, pitiful and cute.
Lou Yunting was filled with love and affection, and whispered softly: "You are so cute."
Different from his gentle voice, his loving palms were like iron pliers, tightly locked around Lingchan's neck, causing waves of suffocation.
Ling Chan had difficulty breathing.
The exact same trap was placed in front of her again.
Due to lack of oxygen, his pupils were physiologically watery and misty, but his eyes were clear and bright, like a cold front, breaking through the fog and piercing people's hearts.
"Are you so sure that you have won?" Lingchan's tone was difficult and intermittent, but her tone was steady, with a faint smile. "How do you know that what I want to do has failed?"
Lou Yunting smiled, feeling that his expression of holding on and refusing to admit defeat tickled his heart, and he said again, "You are so cute."
He rarely explained patiently: "Do you know what the real key is to central control? It's blood, it's genes. Only specific genes can control this place. I am God here, no matter what your plans are. , there is no way they can beat me.”
After a pause, he let go of his hand again, and oxygen returned to Lingchan's chest. He covered his mouth and nose and coughed violently, feeling as if there were ants crawling across his throat.
Lou Yunting looked at Ling Chan's tearful eyes, frowning, and for some reason, he comforted her in a strange way: "Don't worry, I won't kill you..."
He loosened his fingers, slid up along Lingchan's neck, along the fair and smooth skin, and touched the corners of Lingchan's eyes. His rough, calloused palms gently touched the spots. That little overflowing teardrop.
"How can I..." Lou Yunting murmured, suddenly paused sharply, and quickly changed his words, "I hate you so much, of course I will let you live well!"
"You are the first person who dares to take advantage of me..."
"But I want to kill you." Lingchan put down her palm and said softly.
The tears-washed eyes were as bright as the sky, revealing a sharp gaze, which caused Chan's mental power to expand like the sea, piercing straight into Lou Yunting's brain along the previous path, turning the clouds and rain upside down.
Lou Yunting looked at her and confirmed that point again - beautiful women are poisonous.
Lou Yunting bowed his head deeply.
He is much taller than Lingchan. The adult male is tall and has broad shoulders. When he bends towards Lingchan, it is like a mountain slumping down.
It makes Lingchan look so petite, weak, pitiful and cute.
Lou Yunting was filled with love and affection, and whispered softly: "You are so cute."
Different from his gentle voice, his loving palms were like iron pliers, tightly locked around Lingchan's neck, causing waves of suffocation.
Ling Chan had difficulty breathing.
The exact same trap was placed in front of her again.
Due to lack of oxygen, his pupils were physiologically watery and misty, but his eyes were clear and bright, like a cold front, breaking through the fog and piercing people's hearts.
"Are you so sure that you have won?" Lingchan's tone was difficult and intermittent, but her tone was steady, with a faint smile. "How do you know that what I want to do has failed?"
Lou Yunting smiled, feeling that his expression of holding on and refusing to admit defeat tickled his heart, and he said again, "You are so cute."
He rarely explained patiently: "Do you know what the real key is to central control? It's blood, it's genes. Only specific genes can control this place. I am God here, no matter what your plans are. , there is no way they can beat me.”
After a pause, he let go of his hand again, and oxygen returned to Lingchan's chest. He covered his mouth and nose and coughed violently, feeling as if there were ants crawling across his throat.
Lou Yunting looked at Ling Chan's tearful eyes and frowned. For some reason, he comforted her in a strange way: "Don't worry, I won't kill you..."
He loosened his fingers, slid up along Lingchan's neck, along the fair and smooth skin, and touched the corners of Lingchan's eyes. His rough, calloused palms gently touched the spots. That little overflowing teardrop.
"How can I..." Lou Yunting murmured, suddenly paused sharply, and quickly changed his words, "I hate you so much, of course I will let you live well!"
"You are the first person who dares to take advantage of me..."
"But I want to kill you." Lingchan put down her palm and said softly.
The tears-washed eyes were as bright as the sky, revealing a sharp gaze, which caused Chan's mental power to expand like the sea, piercing straight into Lou Yunting's brain along the previous path, turning the clouds and rain upside down.
Lou Yunting looked at her and confirmed that point again - beautiful women are poisonous.
Lou Yunting bowed his head deeply.
He is much taller than Lingchan. The adult male is tall and has broad shoulders. When he bends towards Lingchan, it is like a mountain slumping down.
It makes Lingchan look so petite, weak, pitiful and cute.
Lou Yunting was filled with love and affection, and whispered softly: "You are so cute."
Different from his gentle voice, his loving palms were like iron pliers, tightly locked around Lingchan's neck, causing waves of suffocation.
Ling Chan had difficulty breathing.
The exact same trap was placed in front of her again.
Due to lack of oxygen, his pupils were physiologically watery and misty, but his eyes were clear and bright, like a cold front, breaking through the fog and piercing people's hearts.
"Are you so sure that you have won?" Lingchan's tone was difficult and intermittent, but her tone was steady, with a faint smile. "How do you know that what I want to do has failed?"
Lou Yunting smiled, feeling that his expression of holding on and refusing to admit defeat tickled his heart, and he said again, "You are so cute."
He rarely explained patiently: "Do you know what the real key is to central control? It's blood, it's genes. Only specific genes can control this place. I am God here, no matter what your plans are. , there is no way they can beat me.”
After a pause, he let go of his hand again, and oxygen returned to Lingchan's chest. He covered his mouth and nose and coughed violently, feeling as if there were ants crawling across his throat.
Lou Yunting looked at Ling Chan's tearful eyes and frowned. For some reason, he comforted her in a strange way: "Don't worry, I won't kill you..."
He loosened his fingers, slid up along Lingchan's neck, along the fair and smooth skin, and touched the corners of Lingchan's eyes. His rough, calloused palms gently touched the spots. That little overflowing teardrop.
"How can I..." Lou Yunting murmured, suddenly paused sharply, and quickly changed his words, "I hate you so much, of course I will let you live well!"
"You are the first person who dares to take advantage of me..."
"But I want to kill you." Lingchan put down her palm and said softly.
