Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 94
But Lu Jingyan couldn't quite hear what she was muttering, so he could only lower his head and slowly seduce her, "Child, what are you talking about, can you let me listen too?"

Gentle and irresistible.

Her chaotic mind went blank, and she answered his question almost uncontrollably: "I said, Lu Jingyan, you smell so sweet."

Hearing this, he frowned for a moment, and after being stunned for two seconds, he brought her into the room, let her sit on the bed, and leaned down, with her bright red face reflected in his eyes, "Child, drink Drunk, I'll make you some honey water."

After saying that, he was about to get up, but Song Xiaolin grabbed his sleeve first, shook his head, and said solemnly: "I'm not drunk, it's fruit wine, it's very sweet, how can sweet things get you drunk?"

He seemed to chuckle, "Okay, you're not drunk, then I'll take you back to your room."

"But this is my room." She crossed her hips confidently, unreasonably, "I'll sleep here tonight, and I won't go anywhere."

After the sound fell, Lu Jingyan raised his hand and tapped her forehead lightly, a little helplessly, but also felt amused, "How can that be done? This is my room, children cannot sleep here."

She supported her face with her palms, very puzzled, why was this dream so honest?It's exactly the same as in reality. Logically speaking, shouldn't there be some things in dreams that can't happen in reality?

Seeing her dazed and silly look, unexpectedly, he wanted to laugh, then he got up and opened the window, the drunkenness of the fruit wine was blown away by the cold wind outside the window, but in the blurred vision, His tall figure was right in front of her eyes, and the cold moonlight slanted across his body and the ground behind him, casting a hazy silver halo, and his long and tall shadow stood still in the same cold night wind. , looking at her with indifferent eyes, she is as handsome as a god, and her inadvertent dignity is so amazing that she is speechless.

The fruit wine is not intoxicating, but sweet and slightly intoxicating.

At that moment, Song Xiaolin really felt that she was drunk. She was obviously very sleepy, but she still couldn't bear to close her eyes like this, because once she closed her eyes, it was dark all around, and she wanted to keep looking at him, Firmly lock him in his eyes, it seems that only in this way, he will not be too far away from her.

Subconsciously, she slowly stretched out her hand towards him, from a distance, trying to outline his handsome outline with the light and shadow slowly settling in the air, like the countless times when tracing his name on white paper. One stroke at a time, so pious and careful, she was used to it time and time again, but this time, her hand was firmly held by him, and the warmth that was gradually rising made her hesitate for a moment. Dazed, suddenly unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, as if in a third dimension, false and real, but falling into his gentle eyebrows every step of the way.

"What's the matter?" Lu Jingyan didn't understand her sudden action, so he reached out his hand to touch her forehead, and it was slightly hot, "Child, do you feel uncomfortable or uncomfortable?"

She shook her head: "I'm fine, I'm not uncomfortable or uncomfortable."

He was still not at ease, "Well, you wait for me here, I'll go down and cook some hot porridge for you to warm your stomach, so you can sleep more comfortably."

But at this moment, Song Xiaolin couldn't hear his worries at all. She only cared that his hand was pulling away bit by bit, and the temperature of his fingertips was disappearing strand by strand, while her heart was still inch by inch. The pain began to throb inch by inch, and this distance, which was never close, caused her to collapse suddenly.

She could never hold his hand.

This is true in reality, and it is also true in dreams. Maybe she is drunk, her mind is not clear, but her heart is very clear. The night is not as good as the day, and the pain is a hundred times more than usual. How can she not feel sad? ?
She was in pain like she was dying.

Later, she cried and couldn't help sobbing softly. Her whole body was very fragile, like a kitten abandoned by the owner on the side of the road, helpless and pitiful, her voice was soft because of her sobs: "Lu Jingyan, I Don't drink hot porridge, I just want you to be with me."

It was like begging, unable to refuse.

Lu Jingyan squatted down halfway, so that she could see his face with her head down, with a gentle tone and a doting smile, "Okay, I won't cook hot porridge, I will stay with you, I won't go anywhere, don't cry, kid Why are you crying so much now?"

When he said the word child, it was like a feather gently brushing over the tip of her heart, it was so soft that it was completely soft.

Unexpectedly, Song Xiaolin boldly stretched out her hand towards him again slowly. This time, her fingertips lightly touched the center of his brow, not daring to use too much force, for fear that it would disappear like a bubble. It was too scary, but until the temperature on his brow bone faintly came from his fingertips, and when his eyes met, he let her act wildly. At that moment, she stopped crying, and her heart gradually settled down. Is it because of drunkenness, or because of masculinity? In short, I was obsessed by ghosts——

"Lu Jingyan, I..." I like you.

But unfortunately, at the same time, there was deafening sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside the house, and the three words "I like you" were submerged in it, and he couldn't hear them.

The sky was filled with multicolored light, penetrated into the window, and reflected on the glass in various colors, flashing and flashing, more dazzling than the bright neon lights, she couldn't help but exclaimed "It's so beautiful", hurriedly got off the bed, ran When I went to the window, I stared at the fleeting fireworks in the sky without blinking. After watching for a long time, my thoughts drifted far, far away, so far that my vision was blurred, and my eyelids were so heavy that I could no longer lift them. .

"Child."

Not long after, Lu Jingyan approached, only to find that she had fallen asleep by the window. He carefully picked her up and walked out of the room. The eyes of the child in his arms were closed tightly, and the long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the tail. Her breathing was steady, as if she had entered dreamland.

But his expression under the twilight is not clear.

What did she want to say just now?
But the fireworks were too loud for him to hear clearly.

This is like a physics problem that is halfway through the solution and suddenly gets stuck. This kind of half-knowledge feeling is very uncomfortable.

And at this moment, this is how he feels.

When passing the stairs, it happened that Xuzhou Cheng also went upstairs.

The moment the two people's eyes met, Xu Zhoucheng's heart almost stopped beating!
Oh my god, my cousin is hugging Song Xiaolin? ? ! ! !
But in the next second, he panicked, so his cousin must have known about her secretly drinking, then...he shrank his neck in fear, and called out obediently: "Cousin~"

Lu Jingyan's eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his thin lips were pursed lightly. He couldn't see any emotion at all, but the casual glance was like the cold wind in winter, staring straight at Xu Zhoucheng's back. Fortunately, his footsteps Without any pause, he slowly walked away with Song Xiaolin in his arms.

Xu Zhoucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he still swallowed his saliva with lingering fear, hurriedly ran back to his room, locked the door quickly, and ran away tomorrow! ! !
(End of this chapter)