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

Such a clear and naked confession exploded in her mind like a terrible thunder.

The man trembling like a dead leaf under him was quiet now.

Her little face was like a green mountain after the rain. She was pale and forced to be calm. Lanxi looked at him. After a long time, she tilted her little face under the sofa. There was a faint dumb voice trembling and said, "you're crazy, but I don't. You let me up."

Mu Yanchen's black eyes flashed a trace of cold and pinched her little face back: "how crazy am I?"

"You are my brother!" she shouted in a crisp voice. Her eyes burst into tears, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall down and stared at him. "My father and your father are the same person. We are related by blood! You are an adult. You should know that this is wrong than me. It's not right at all! Why should you teach me self-esteem and self-love? I don't want your love!"

At the moment, her remaining reason and common sense are solidifying into an iron alert, shouting to resist!

Such love is wrong.

She doesn't want him to love her as a man.

The tears twinkling in the bottom of her eyes, the tears that she refused to drop, melted his cold.

"... don't you?" he stroked her face, his black eyes calm and frosty, in a trance, trying to confirm with her.

"Do not want mine, whose do you want?" his thin lips spit out hoarse words.

"I don't want anyone's!!"

The little face was burning hot, red and about to explode. She shouted.

Her nose was sour, and Lanxi almost shed tears. She really wanted that this night was a dream. When she woke up, he was still mu Yanchen. She didn't say anything. She tried to prop up her body and said with a choking voice: "I'm going to sleep, I'm sleepy..."

These must be fake.

The kiss was fake, and the pain on her wrist was fake, too.

Nothing will happen tomorrow.

Mu Yanchen's eyes became colder and colder. He pulled back the people under him and pressed them again. She trembled in extreme tension. He bowed his head, gently but strongly pushed away the bangs on her forehead with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "you're right, Lanxi... I'm an adult. I should know better than you. It's wrong."

"But even if I understand, I still love it?"

She sobbed and tilted her head. He bent down and gently ran after her, breathed her sour breath, and whispered under the afterburning of alcohol: "Do you remember that you approached me first? Whatever the reason, you provoked me first... Lanxi, do you know that I have no one around me for so many years abroad. My biological mother can ignore me for more than ten years. Who can I expect to love me?"

Thin lips, like brand marks, gently imprinted on her glittering and translucent ears and kissed the wisp of hair on her ears.

Lan Xi trembled and wanted to struggle, but his hand was clasped and pressed on his head.

"It was you who showed me kindness first... It was you who said welcome me home. In China, you were the first person to say this to me... Don't you like me? Why don't I love you..."

Lanxi's fragile psychological defense line collapsed at this moment.

She choked and didn't say a word. She just struggled desperately. She wanted to escape from the upside down world!

Mu Yanchen's black eyes condensed the storm. He didn't want to hurt her, so he struggled with her. But when she saw that she was going to push his chest and arms and fall under the sofa, he screwed up his cold eyebrows, put his long arm around her waist and called her: "Lanxi..."

"Pa!" a heavy crisp noise hit him in the face!