Luxurious family does not accept the love: Mr.Mu, please respect yourself！

The room was quiet and slightly deserted, and the echo was lonely.

Mu Yanchen's body stiffened.

I can only hear the second hand walking around.

It was as if something had taken away the oxygen from his body. His handsome face turned pale, his thin lips closed tightly into a line, closed the book and put it by the table. Then he raised his eyes. At the same time, Lanxi knew that the blood on his face had been filled into his eyes. His eyes were scarlet and hot.

He stared at her angry little face, suddenly stroked her face gently, like a loving comfort, then slowly drifted to the back of her neck, fastened her with a trace of domineering, and then slowly drew closer.

Lanxi was in a small trance, and the cold look could not fade away. The strong low pressure fell down. Mu Yanchen leaned over and kissed her moist and purplish red lips, closely fitted and gently tossed and turned for a few seconds.

"Don't worry..." he whispered with thin lips, hoarse and hot, "I'll bully you, huh?"

The hoarse voice, with overwhelming love, almost burned her.

Lanxi's brain suddenly exploded.

Her clear little face gradually became pale and bloodless. Looking at him, her long eyelashes began to tremble more and more. She suddenly covered her lip flap with the back of her hand, wiped it tremblingly and desperately, but it became more and more hot. Her eyes were full of fear.

She pushed him away, subconsciously trying to escape from his strong aura, and felt for the chair with her small hand.

As a result, she fell off her chair with a bang! Scream with pain!!

Without time to explain, Lanxi retreated and got up. Tears were about to seep from her clear eyes on her little face. She gasped: "I... I'll go to the bathroom!"

She hurried to the door, lost a slipper, didn't know, twisted the door and ran out.

"Pedal pedal pedal" heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor.

——Not so.

——She didn't mean that at all.

——She said she liked him as much as she admired him.

He knows everything, knows everything and can decide everything. He is tolerant. He doesn't care that she plays with her temper. He admires Yan Chen. In her heart of Mulanxi, he is the existence of God.

... but mu Yanchen, he never did.

Disregarding the surprised eyes and shouts of the servant, Lanxi unscrewed the door of the bathroom, "bang!" closed it, gasped with tears, and fell down against the door.

That's a kiss.

It's a kiss between lovers.

Her small eyebrows frowned wrongfully and fearfully, and the back of her hand was against her lips. She felt that she could not get rid of his taste and breath. Shuimou raised her eyes and saw the sink. She stood up on the wall, stepped on the ground without slippers, turned on the faucet, and washed her lips regardless of the sound of "clattering".

In the room at the moment——

Mu Yanchen was wearing a black shirt. He lazily untied two at the neckline and leaned firmly against the back of the chair. His elegant fingers raised and gently rubbed the lips that had just kissed her. There was a chill in his charm.

His eyes were calm as water, and a dangerous light like hunting flashed away.

——He thought he could keep it longer.

But I didn't expect to get out of control so quickly. It was like a collapsed coast and collapsed in a moment.

Jun's face flashed a suffocating pallor. His face was horribly cold. He opened his chair and left the room coldly.