Changqin approached her step by step, his obsidian eyes staring deeply into her, as deep as a puddle of sea water, which would confuse and intoxicate people.
He approached her step by step.
His steps were firm, each step seemed so elegant, and the air was still filled with his gorgeous fragrance.
"Tiantian," he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stretched out a hand, and his voice was like a feather blowing from his heart.
And with the slightest hint of bewilderment: "Come here!"[
She hesitated for a moment.
His smile became brighter and more charming: "Tiantian, come to me!"
Look at his alluring smile, look at his eyes looking deeply at her.
Tiantian only feels sweet, soft and beautiful inside.
There is no girl in the world who can resist Chang Qin looking at her with the kind of enchanting eyes that can make people linger to death.
She stood up from the ground, with a trace of confusion in her eyes but a trace of a smile on her face.
Taking a step forward gently, Yingying came closer to him.
The smile on his lips deepened.
Her white and slender fingers had already touched the tips of his fingers.
His fingertips were so soft, but so cold, so cold that it could freeze one's heart.
His palm gently grasped her small palm, then let go, and slowly moved up the back of her hand.
Her clothes were very thin, and the cold air from his palms through the thin clothes made her shiver.
"What's wrong?" The smile on his face did not change.
"It's okay!" She looked at him with longing eyes, a faint smile on her face.
"Let me hug you, okay?" he said suddenly.
"Okay!" She said without thinking.
He smiled evilly, and his big hand was about to pull her into his arms.
She suddenly jumped up in anger and pushed him hard.
His face with an evil smile suddenly sank, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes.[
He wanted to grab Tiantian's arm with all his strength.
Tiantian turned around, took out a knife from her sleeve, pointed it at his palm and chopped it off.
He retracted his palm and Tiantian jumped forward.