Traps Of Love

Lengzetian's eyes were full of evil light. She bent her thumb and pressed it on her tail vertebrae. Her strength was not light or heavy, just enough to make her body tremble like a bow.

His Xiaoya is always too calm. This unique temperament was once Leng Zetian's most disliked "mean" feeling. It was too insipid, just like the light wind and bright clouds you see every day, and even had no superfluous colors.

But when he and Mi Xiaoya get along with each other for a long time, from suffering each other, to experiencing risks, and then to fighting side by side at this time, little by little accumulation, let him see the power of her tenderness.

Gentleness is not a cowardly compromise, but a calm and magnanimous concession.

His stupid woman, the heart of the smart and exquisite all disappeared in the gentle sharpened spirit.

Really when he didn't see it, Xiaoya's notebook records the unidentified funds that Leng's group recently flowed to Gu's family, as well as the contract loopholes of Ye's family.

This woman is trying to help him prepare a plan for how to deal with the Gu and ye families.

What a lovely fool!

Leng Zetian thought of this, and could not help adding strength to her hands again. Her fingers around her shoulder blades caused her body to tremble slightly.

"Well --" Mi Xiaoya looked up at him and almost cried with shame. No such teasing!

Leng Zetian's cold eyebrows and eyes slowly covered with a layer of soft light. He gazed at the girl who was still trying to endure. The peace of her eyes was still there, even a little spark exposed her heartbeat at this time.

He was so absorbed in it that he carelessly handed over the whole heart.

Yes, she's so good. She looks good everywhere. How can he control not to love her.

"Stupid woman, can't help but say that she doesn't need strong support in front of me." Lengzetian couldn't help rubbing her soft ink hair.

Mi Xiaoya's heart is still thumping. She feels innocent and ashamed. Sometimes this man is shameless. There is really no bottom line.

Leng Zetian's palm stops and lies behind her with his hands. His arms embrace her from behind. This affectionate embrace is better than countless words.

The woman's exquisite body has his most familiar and favorite breath, mixed with light milk fragrance, which makes people want to sleep with her delicate skin.

His Xiaoya, who is not anxious and slow to approach, quietly contains all his darkness, and then injects her sunshine into his heart like a clear water drop penetrating the cold and hard rock.

"Aze --" Mi Xiaoya said softly. The man's breath behind her, if there is nothing, pauses and splashes on her back neck, which makes her itch.

However, there was no response.

She waited for a long time, until her heart beat, which had just been stirred, became steady. Then she increased her voice and called again, "aze?"

There's still no sound.

Mi Xiaoya blinks her eyes and turns around to see that under the dim yellow light, the man is asleep. His young and handsome face is a charming radian, and his thin lips also outline a shallow smile.

Originally, he leaned against her shoulder and fell asleep.

It turns out that she can also become his dependence.

Although sometimes, this man is shameless and hateful, the silhouette of Leng Zetian in the light and shadow at this time has an unreal beauty.

She can't help but smile gently. Her eyebrows and eyes are like the crescent moon. At this moment, she is very happy.

She loves his mood, just like the pear blossoming tree by tree in the dark.

Prosperous, gorgeous, dreamlike.