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He said, he woke up with wine.

The person in the palm trembled violently because of this sentence, and the forced tears also emerged.

A twinkling of crystal in her eyes, she choked, but the voice tried to be crisp and loud, staring at him and said, "what does it mean to wake up with wine?"? Wake up can tell me nothing, you do not mean, you say are false, is that? You can be when nothing has said not to do, I also want to follow you to think, is it

She trembled with anger, and tears seemed to fall as if she touched it.

Moyan Chenjun's face was more pale, as if he had experienced a catastrophe, and his deep eyes were surging, his voice was low and gloomy, staring at her clear mouth: "No."

"You can hear something right," she said, holding her back neck tightly with her big palm, and gently pulling her to herself, covering her ears with thin lips, comforting her. "Lanxi, I like you."

In a moment, the person in his arms was completely stimulated, and his hand pushed his chest open, and his trembling voice was accompanied by a cry: "you don't want to talk again!"

Such absurdity, crime, but the fact that she can not escape, let her at a loss.

There is no way to do it.

The bag fell on the ground, textbooks and tools never zipped up and the room was in a mess.

Lan Xi wiped a tear, squatted down and packed things, and then she stuffed it into her bag. She began to think it was a mistake to go home. She never returned. She stood in the spot cold and stood in the same place, blocking a book. She couldn't reach it, and she didn't plan to ask. She took up the bag and left. Finally, the pale handsome face of moyanchen sank down, dragging her down , drag her bag over and drop it on the bed in the bedroom, circle her from behind, and then he said, "don't be excited!"

Lan Xi can not earn the confinement of his arm, his face is red, and his voice trembles and hates to look back: "Moyan Chen, I warn you, my father and your mother are right now. I will call you if you touch me again!"

A word seemed to have played a deterrent role, he still held her, but the arm bend was a little loose.

For a long time, there was no movement behind him for a long time.

A little wave of light flashed across her face. She tried to break away, and she could really make it off. The slim figure stood in place, and the little guard fire still did not go, but looking back, she saw the dreadful Moyan Chen with scarlet eyes.

He looked at her for a while, looked down, picked up the textbook that had been trampled on the ground in the panic, and threw it back on the table, his pale thin lips were slightly pursed, silent.

"What are you hating me?" A low voice, slowly with magnetism.

His narrow and deep eyes raised, obsidian generally shining on her, half a step away from her to look at her: "hate me regardless of everything to break taboos like you, unknowingly, but also pull you together, right?"

Lan Xi can not say words, forced to rise red face finally flashed a little sour grievance, tears as if hidden.

Jun face is a little paler, he gently purses thin lip to continue to say: "but like Like it, Lan Xi, I make you feel so embarrassed? "

Embarrassed to let her repel, resist, feel ashamed, at all costs to erect sharp prickles, cold opposite.

Chest pain, pain is about to be unable to breathe, Lan Xi all over the body trembling to see him, the nose tip of the eyes red like a rabbit.

"But you can't..."

Moyanchen slowly steps up her feet, pressing the pain in her eyes, and the thin lips that are pale and tight spit out the last word: "words have been said to her." I haven't been back in the long run. "