"computer?"

Obsidian sat down beside her, and when she copied her big hand, she copied her computer monitor. Long Xue quickly grabbed it and muttered: "You move gently, don't break it."

Obsidian blackface.

He was not even as good as a broken computer, and she took this broken computer seriously.

"It's always broken, it's always aborted. Your movements are so rough, isn't it going to make it worse?" Long Xue was still mumbling, not paying attention to Obsidian's handsome face.

When Long Xue turned her head and looked at Hei Oshi. When she turned her head, she almost screamed. When did this demon come over? She turned her head, and her lips brushed across the edge of his lips.

It has reached his unique aura.

"Old bad? Is old dead?" Obsidian looked at her burningly, and the scorching breath was deliberately blowing on her face. He looked at her pretty face with satisfaction and saw two red clouds quietly floating on her pretty face. This woman is very interesting.

, it is easy to blush. "How about I give you a new laptop?"

"No reward is received without merit."

Long Xue wanted to distance each other, but Obsidian stretched out his hand and hooked her waist. The distance between the two people was not widened, but instead pulled closer. His lips were almost pressed against her.

On her lips, a low and dumb voice was still ringing in her ears: "I am pursuing you. As long as you want, I can give you free of charge."

"But...well!" Long Xue wanted to refuse and was swallowed by Hei Yu's lips and tongue.

After a kiss, Obsidian's fingers rubbed her lips, with gentle eyes, and asked softly: "What did that woman say to you?"

"That woman?"

Long Xue was confused.

"Hasn't she come to find you? Tell me, what did she say to you? Did you make things difficult for you?" When Obas said this, his eyes changed drastically, becoming cold, ruthless, and even more angry.

Only then did Long Xue realize that the woman he mentioned refers to Pan Xiaoru.

"You mean you goddamn."

"She is not my mother!" Heiyu roared suddenly. Long Xue was startled by his sudden turn of confrontation and could only say voluntarily: "Stepmother."

"I hate her! I wish I could tear all those women like her! If it weren't for them, how could my mother die of depression? They were them! I wish..." A soft little hand suddenly came over,

Covered his mouth, covering his roar of anger.

"When you are angry, you are terrifying, even more like a demon than a demon. Your face is dark and your eyes are gloomy. Even your hair seems to be standing up, and your sword eyebrows are erect exuding anger and murderous aura.

It makes people feel creepy when they look at it." Long Xue said softly, and the little hand pressing his lips slowly moved to his handsome face, gently stroked it, "Oiled, don't be angry, okay?

Don't get angry anymore, okay?"

From his words, she suddenly knew one thing, that he had unbearable memories, perhaps that memory made him so cruel.

Her heart suddenly tugged, and without thinking, she pressed his mouth, not wanting him to yell anymore, and she saw from his eyes that he was hiding well.

Obsidian's resentment slowly faded away like a miracle under Long Xue's gentle comfort.
Chapter completed!