Dear Mr.Shi

Song Qinghuan didn't respond to the sudden change of his attitude towards the cold weather. The cold thick wall behind her grinds her back, and she takes a breath of cold air.

Without thinking about it, song Qinghuan arched his knee and kicked forward.

When the cold feet slightly open, knee forward, stuck in Song Qinghuan legs, make her instant can't move.

So song Qinghuan was surrounded by the cold.

She raised her eyes and looked at him. The look in her deep eyes was bright and dark, which made her feel that it was too hard to deal with this uncertain man.

Looking at the cold suddenly a little bit close, song Qinghuan breathing suddenly tight.

"You, you, you..." She tried to push, but he held her wrist in his hand.

I want to struggle, but I can't earn it.

Song Qinghuan suddenly feel aggrieved, eyes suddenly a layer of water mist, so afraid to look at him: "what do you want?"

When the cold side head, bent over, lips close to her ears, such as dragonfly water in general, gently wipe the ears twice.

Song Qinghuan shuddered and bit his lips, but his body became more and more stiff.

The gesture was so ambiguous that she didn't dare to move for half a minute, as if she was standing on the edge of the cliff, for fear that a small action would accidentally fall into the bottom of the cliff.

When the cold stop action, in her ear whispered: "so lead me, how should I return your heart?"? Well ~ "

this was like thunder, which immediately exploded in Song Qinghuan's mind.

She looked at him in amazement: "what are you talking about? What lure? You are sick. Let go

When the cold drooping eyes, slightly hook the corner of the mouth, slip over a touch of cold irony of banter.

Song Qinghuan followed her eyes and saw that her bathrobe was almost all loose, and the snow-white plumpness was exposed outside. The cherry red on plumpness was looming, like a beautiful scenery.

Face "boom" a, burst red as blood, "ah!"

"No, no," she exclaimed

Then, she pushed hard to keep out the cold, trying to push him away, and then put the clothes in order, but she couldn't push.

"Let go of the ghost, I hate you most." Song Qing was so angry that he was about to jump.

Shi Yuhan still looked at her indifferently, his eyes were as dark as night, his low voice could not hear any emotion, and he warned: "it's better not to have it!"

Then he slowly withdrew his hand.

"You think you are..." Song Qinghuan's flaming eyes glared at him and reached for his clothes.

The action is very rude and gravity because of anger, and the elbow is bent just against the back wall.

The elasticity of the wall was so great that she was pushed forward