Traps Of Love

The glass door of the balcony is half open and half covered. From the angle of Bai Xiaoya sitting, you can just see Leng Zetian's side face. His face with transparent rimless glasses is a little more restrained and calm than usual. There is a kind of elegant precipitation in the cold su. The long and deep dark blue eyes are more and more deep behind the glasses, like a mysterious sea. People accidentally fall into the vortex and are involved in his dangerous and attractive world.

His slender fingertips habitually light a cigar, which stands between his slender index finger and middle finger. He occasionally plays silver cigarette scraps. The light smoke depicts his handsome facial features in a very three-dimensional way, especially the curved thin lips. If there is a seemingly endless upward radian, it belongs to the dangerous temptation of poppy.

Bai Xiaoya is inexplicably red lips hot, always feel that his lips, his arms, have a kind of natural attraction for her, let her want to close to him. But reason is on the contrary, constantly disdain and warn herself, must be a few days ago fever burned brain, will have such a ridiculous idea.

In fact, she doesn't like men smoking.

Because the man who smokes always reminds her of those middle-aged professors with big bellies in the school, as well as their smoky tone and yellow teeth.

However, what's amazing is that she actually likes and enjoys watching Leng Zetian smoke so secretly. It's like a little girl from the bottom of her heart secretly flees to the beach without telling her family that she won't go to school and finds her favorite shell.

Bai Xiaoya still couldn't figure out why she thought so. She guessed that maybe it was because the man was just lighting a cigarette, not really smoking.

Leng Zetian, who is so attentive and lazy, is not familiar to outsiders, which makes her happy to find her baby like this.

It seems that only she can see him like this.

Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!

Bai Xiaoya is holding her cheek and opening her brain hole. She is so absorbed that her heart suddenly trembles!

Wait! He - seems to have found out!

Bai Xiaoya didn't have time to withdraw her eyes, so she was caught the next moment.

Leng Zetian calmly to her eyes, eyebrow tip slightly pick, fundus is overflowing with doting smile, "want to see just look."

Poof -

Bai Xiaoya almost fell down from the back of her chair. Her face was so hot that she could boil eggs directly. She turned her head quickly and pretended to be calm that she didn't hear it.

Leng Zetian can't help but smile. She looks at her flustered and cramped with satisfaction, and her heart is full of sweetness. The white Xiaoya as like as two peas are exactly the same as Xiao Ya's.

It's so good that he almost forgot how cute she was when he was with her.

Bai Xiaoya is as strong as a grain on her back. She doesn't have to look back to feel his gaze staring at her back. Her face is hot.

In order to hide her panic, she immediately grabbed a cup of iced authentic Hong Kong style silk stockings milk tea on the transparent tea table next to the couch and swallowed four or five mouthfuls in a row. The cold and rich fragrance of milk and tea rolled into her lips, which made her brain a little more sober. She licked her lips and turned to look at the noisy and crowded street not far away. Only in this way could she feel a trance of reality.

She was abducted to Hong Kong by a strange man with the most ridiculous excuse.

The most incredible problem is that Bai Xiaoya doesn't really want to escape from this dangerous man. Although she knew that as long as there was a temple, Xiaoxiao would have a good life, but after all, she was a mother. Her concern for her children was like an invisible rope tied on the top of her heart. She would always be worried about the two words of her children.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaoya's big clear eyes are covered with an unprecedented layer of guilt. In the one year since she woke up, she didn't spend much time with Xiaoxiao. Most of her time is in the library, trying to find her real past.

If she really had a son before Xiaoxiao, as Leng Zetian said, how sad that child would be in the three years since she disappeared -

Bai Xiaoya didn't dare to think deeply, but felt that her temple began to swell again. She looked up to see the sky, but was blocked by high-rise buildings. The movie poster on the opposite business center, It's Stephen Chow's famous movie line: "ten thousand years is too long, seize the day."

She followed the sigh silently, and the loneliness at the bottom of her heart was a little more.

She thought that there is really no way to plan for tomorrow in life, not to mention ten or five years. Even tomorrow, she doesn't know what will happen.

In fact, in the face of fate, human power is too small, what we can really grasp is to live in the present.

Ten thousand years, it's too long. The moment in front of you is what you can really grasp.

This is also the biggest pillar of her optimistic life in this year. Since she can't change the past, she happily accepts the present.

"Woman, what are you thinking?" The voice of low magnetic suddenly rings in the ear, Bai Xiaoya is frightened, suddenly turns his head to look, but his cheek bumps into someone's lips.

Cool, soft lips, with his unique clear breath, kiss her side face, Leng Zetian mouth hook, evil smile will rush to the bottom of the eye, push boat with the long arm hook, pull her into the arms, to a deep kiss.He surrounded her all of a sudden, strong chest, gentle kiss, long lost like a intoxicating peach blossom spring breeze in March.

Hum!

Bai Xiaoya's always flexible brain crashed again, my God! What did she do!

"Well! Let go - "her heart beat like thunder, trying to escape from his arms.

It's terrible to kiss him! Let Bai Xiaoya can't help but want more kisses!

She has never had such a desire for men, which makes her at a loss! Why? It's like this!

Leng Zetian's eyes are full of undisguised loss. Even though she doesn't mean to hurt him, his heart still hurts.

The person you love is right in front of you, but why is he the only one who remembers that they used to love each other like that?!

God knows how much he wants her and wants to go back to the past with her, but what should he do?

"You - you said you didn't force me -" Bai Xiaoya blushed. When she said this, she felt guilty, as if she had done something wrong.

After all -

Leng Zetian still controlled all his emotions and recovered his rational calm. He was reluctant to force her.

If you can't remember, take your time.

"Jinyu just called. Do you watch the video playback?" Leng Zetian stares at her and says word by word.

"Jin Yu?" Bai Xiaoya's heart was smothering, as if something had been hit hard. All kinds of complex tastes came up, which made her even want to cry.