High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 737 Waiting For You
"Think beautifully."

However, he still didn't change his face, even understating it.

Lin Zhaoxia clicked her tongue.

"mean."

"Wait for you later."

"..."

This made the young man fall silent.

Because she saw something different hidden under Young Master Yang's indifferent gaze.

"Forget it, I won't let you come here, even in the future."

But Lin Zhaoxia soon no longer cared about that gaze.

He just shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly against that gaze, with a calm expression on his face.

This made Yang Moyan glance at her again.

But he was not talking.

Seeing that this man stopped talking, Lin Zhaoxia rolled his eyes.

Then suddenly he squinted his eyes, stretched out his fingertips and raised Yang Moyan's chin, paused, then hooked the corners of his lips, and grabbed the other party's tie with his fingertips, pulling him closer In front of him, the light above his head was very bright, which made his skin white.

Lin Zhaoxia maintained this movement for a long time, but the corners of her lips curled up and down. After a while, she deliberately suppressed her voice and said, "But in the future, maybe who will be the best."

Skin, this is the daily operation of this person, Young Master Yang is used to it, and it is not affected at all.The big hand with sharp bones pulled her hand, and the next moment——

Lin Zhaoxia felt that she was thrown into a place full of softness.

My brain was overwhelmed by this situation.

Before she could react, she sat up, and in the next second, she was wrapped into a ball by Young Master Yang's quilt.

There is only one fluffy head left, blinking a pair of twinkling eyes, although the bottom of the eyes is still bewildered, but the exquisiteness of the eyebrows and the handsomeness that can't be concealed, but it can't be blocked live.

"sleep."

Suppressing the boy's movements of wanting cholera, Yang Moyan tugged on his neckline and let out a cold snort.

Lin Zhaoxia, who had regained consciousness, just blinked to concentrate, but when she saw this scene, her pupils shrank.

But Young Master Yang certainly wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary.

As he said.

Teenagers are not yet adults.

You can't move around.

What's more, it is the person who is going to be taken home, and you can't just touch it casually.

Yang Moyan just hugged the boy who was rolled into a ball by the quilt, and closed his dark green pupils in pure sleep.

I was still sleepy before.

But now the boy who suddenly woke up couldn't fall asleep.

She moved her body, but found that she couldn't move her hands and feet.

The quilt is not too tight, she can move freely in it, but it is absolutely impossible to stretch out and restrict her movement.

But this can't appease the boy's heart that wants cholera.

She rolled over in Young Master Yang's arms even with the quilt on.

When he raised his eyes again, he met that noble and indifferent face.

The light in the bedroom room was not turned off.

Yang Moyan's face, illuminated by Bai Yao of the lamp, was exceptionally fair, and his skin was so delicate that even looking at it from such a close distance, he didn't find any blemishes.

Seeing this, Lin Zhaoxia clicked her tongue.

Really are……

How can a boy's skin be so good?
The kind that is several times better than a girl.

She looked itchy, and then looked at Yang Moyan who seemed to be asleep with her eyes closed, and her fingertips in the quilt moved, wanting to reach out and poke.

But of course.

The thought is like that, but the action is restricted, even if the heart is itchy, Lin Zhaoxia has no way to give reality.

But being restricted by the hand doesn't mean anything else.

With his mind moving, the boy moved a little closer to the front.

Just wanted to get closer.

But in the blink of an eye, his eyes met a pair of dark green pupils.

(End of this chapter)