Traps Of Love

Some people say that the lines on the palm not only represent fate, but also connect the heart. It is the most sensitive and thinnest skin on the human skin.

Therefore, holding hands is the most suitable gesture for lovers who fall in love, while the gesture of ten fingers clasping is only suitable for lovers who are close to each other.

It was quiet all around, only the heartbeat of two people. Moonlight poured on each other's bodies, cage thin hazy, so that everything in front of us seems illusory, like a beautiful dream.

Bai Xiaoya was ready to break away from Leng Zetian's palm for the first time, but she didn't know why. When his knuckles were staggered in the middle of her fingers, she was bewitched as if she had been trapped by some kind of magic. In the light of the moon, although she could only see his handsome and extraordinary outline, the heart that she jumped to her throat was suddenly settled back Chest, warm, have a kind of peace of mind is about to overflow.

That kind of emotion is too strong and hot, like a bottle of mellow and sweet wine brewed all one's life, finally waiting for the wine taster she is looking forward to.

And he was her fateful way back.

"Can't leave you more than one meter range..." Bai Xiaoya whispered, to cover up her eyes can't control the tenderness pour. She didn't adapt to this kind of emotion, which made her confused and afraid.

She has no past, and she should not be moved by a person who doesn't know anything about her, not to mention that this man is so dangerous.

Leng Zetian's palm is tighter, and his deep blue eyes are firm, "no more than one meter."

Because his eyes can only barely see things within one meter, further away, it can only be fuzzy light and shadow. He could not easily find her, even if he could not see the subtle expression on her face, but even if he could only see her familiar facial features, he would be satisfied.

Moreover, now the palace Mo is still free, he absolutely does not allow someone to snatch her from his hand again!

Bai Xiaoya finally calms down. After careful consideration, she finds out how unreasonable the rule is. She tried hard to earn a hand, trying to get rid of his grip, but found it was futile. I don't know what means he used, which can not only gently wrap her whole palm, but also effectively hold her tightly.

She kneaded the temple helplessly and asked, "where's dinner?"

"We can sit and eat side by side." Leng Zetian answered without hesitation.

"What about work?" Bai Xiaoya is not willing to continue to ask.

"I'll be with you." Lengzetiansi doesn't think this is a problem at all.

Bai Xiaoya is angry. She even goes to work later. What does this man do? How idle is he?! Her freedom of life, hard not to come true, is about to end today?!

Nonono! She is determined to fight to the end! She perked up and looked at him angrily, "where's the bath?"

"I can't help it." Leng Zetian answered calmly and quickly, "wash together."

Bai Xiaoya's face was white and red, and she asked, "how about going to the toilet?"

Leng Zetian finally stopped for a moment, calmly glanced at her, "you or I?"

Poof - Bai Xiaoya completely convinced this man of his shamelessness when he asked such details.

"Come on! Stop it, I don't want to hear the answer! " Bai Xiaoya continues to rub the temple with a headache, and the white skin on both sides has been red.

"Is it a headache?" Leng Zetian's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and his low magnetic voice is like the melody played by a cello in a low voice. He is extremely charming, "don't move."

Bai Xiaoya didn't have time to refuse. At the next moment, her hand was pressed down by others. Instead, Leng Zetian's strong and slender fingers were gently pressed and rotated in her temple.

How comfortable!

Bai Xiaoya is so happy that her eyes are shining. She can't help but marvel. She only feels that the pain of her temple, which has been aching for a day and a night, has been relieved by more than half, and the whole person is much smoother and more comfortable.

"Have you learned massage before? Are you a masseur? That's a great technique! It's more powerful than the one Gong Mo invited before! " Bai Xiaoya is as comfortable as a cat lying on the armrest of the sofa. She closes her eyes and allows Leng Zetian to massage her temples. Her voice becomes lazy.

Masseuse?! Leng Zetian's face Shua black, or palace Mo to her please massage! Where did those people touch her! Mo blue Mou bottom suddenly ignites fierce fire light, in the place that Bai Xiaoya can't see, wish to eat her to vent anger.

"Go on, don't stop." Bai Xiaoya was reluctant to murmur, "according to the truth, the masseuse's hand is softer, and it should be better, but why do I think you press it more comfortable..." strange... I'd like to dream of this feeling... "

Leng Zetian's eyes flickered slightly, and his dark face stretched a lot because of this sentence.

It turned out to be a masseuse. Well, forgive her for a while.

He patiently moved from her temple to the center of her eyebrows with his thumb, pushing her frown away a little bit, as if to push away the three years that they had been separated, and to shorten the distance between them again.I don't know how long after that, Bai Xiaoya's breath is gradually even and long. She has fallen asleep, and her quiet and delicate face is so beautiful.

Lengzetian endured the numbness of her fingertips, took off her coat and put it on her body for the first time, then held her horizontally to the bed, with her habitual arm around her shoulder, and took her soft and slender body into her arms and hugged her tightly.

He lowered his head. His jaw was itchy. It was her soft hair like splashing ink. Leng Zetian's heart moved. His chin gently rubbed her hair until he was sure that it was not an illusion. Then he could not help falling a gentle kiss on the tip of her hair.

A hug I haven't seen for a long time.

He smelled the familiar fragrance on her, and the time seemed to go back to the warm days when she was smiling three years ago. He also held her to sleep every night...

at midnight, not far from the lawn outside the villa, a black car quietly parked in the neighborhood parking lot not far away. A slender figure walks slowly towards the back garden of the villa, behind which is the darkness.

In the garden of the villa, Li Yunze and Jia Youdao hide in the deep of the rose bush and observe the surrounding situation anytime and anywhere.

"Hey! Do you really think that Gong Mo has the courage to come back? " Jia Youdao yawned and couldn't open his eyes.

Li Yunze lowered his voice. It was a response. His sharp eyes were like lonely wolves hunting in the dark. Palace Mo this man, he knows too much, is definitely not that kind of person who can give up easily.