How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 306 There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I raised my brows, but raised my heart (64)

   But Wen Xien's silence can't solve the problem. Silence will only make the man's attitude more and more irritable and uncontrollable.

   His hands were clipped behind his back, and the big hands covering his eyelids even deprived him of vision. His two lips were like brocades of flowers that had been beaten by wind and rain, marking them silently like any kind of savage creature.

  How could Wen Xien bear this kind of treatment, pushing He Runcheng's head, but the man's hair was too short to be grasped, and it hurt his delicate palms, so he could only desperately bite his lower lip.

   He Runcheng didn't seem to be kissing at all, but more of a venting of anger and arrogance, as if he was about to bite a piece of meat from her body, and his mouth was full of blood.

   When Wen Xien was about to suffocate, he slowly let go. Wen Xien was hugged by him and sat on the table with his feet off the ground. He Runcheng looked down, his chest heaving violently, completely different from his cold appearance.

   The corners of Wen Xien's eyes were crimson, and the beautiful eyes were full of coquettishness, with water waves. He Runcheng was almost fascinated, and licked the tears from the corners of Wen Xien's eyes.

"asshole……"

  's hoarse voice revealed seductive desire, Wen Xien put his hands behind him, trying to stay away from the person in front of him.

   Her raised eyes were flushed with red, and the end of her eyes was dyed an extremely bright red.

  Wen Xien's slender white fingers grabbed He Runcheng's shoulders to prevent him from approaching, but it was like shaking a tree clam, the closer the fiery breath, the tighter the fingers.

   "The snow was heavy that night, and the wounds on my body were festering and festering. You clearly knew that I couldn't do such a thing. Why did you drive me away?"

In the cold December winter, it was bone-chilling. He was thrown into the snow like a piece of garbage. He could even clearly feel the pieces falling on his body, falling on his eyes, and then covering him. Sight.

   In the vast white snow, he could not see any hope.

   If he died in that heavy snowfall, it would be fine, but he was still alive.

   He now wants to strangle this person like this, but he doesn't dare, or he is reluctant.

  Wen Xi'en's face was glamorous and soulful, her lips were slightly pursed, her face like a fairy did not have much expression, only a morbid flush appeared on her face.

   Wen Xien doesn't understand what's going on now. Logically speaking, the male protagonist knows that the female protagonist is his savior, and she is the vicious one, so shouldn't he hit her in the face now? !

  Why do you make it seem like she is a heartless person.

He Runcheng's backlog of anger erupted like a volcano, but when he saw Wen Xien, it all went out. He frowned, his headache seemed to explode, and the man with long legs and hands bent like a helpless child. He leaned his head against Wen Xi'en's shoulder with his waist, and pierced his head deeply.

"Master..." He Runcheng raised his head, kissed Wen Xien's eyes, and went down to kiss Wen Xien's lips, "I'm so cheap, even now, I still want to stay by the young master's side all the time. ."

   clamped Wen Xien's jaw, but she was so jerky that she lost her strength after a while, and leaned against He Runcheng's arms vainly.

   Just when he was distracted and lost in this faint cold fragrance, he grabbed Wen Xien's trembling hand, looking for fingers to buckle one by one, using a tough posture that did not allow escape.

   "Sean, Enen..."

   This was the first time he boldly called Wen Xien's name, and for the first time he called out a name that he could only long for in a night dream.

   His temperature is fiery, and so is his heart.

   But when he raised his head and saw Wen Xien's face, the fiery temperature was as if someone had poured a basin of cold water, leaving only a chill.

Wen Xien lowered her eyes expressionlessly, the line of her jaw was blunt and almost indifferent, the lines of her outline were extremely cold, her cold eyes revealed undisguised disgust and rejection, and her face seemed to be covered with a layer of coldness. Ice, said nothing.

   It was a look that seemed to look at a stranger, as if what he was doing now was nothing to her, or that he had never been in her eyes, and regarded him as air.

  The blood all over his body rushed to his heart, and the tendons in his temples jumped.

   He grabbed Wen Xien's thin shoulder out of control, shook it forcefully, his eyes were scarlet, and asked, "What kind of eyes are you looking at? Don't look at me like that, did you hear me!"

   How can you look at him with such emotionless eyes like a stray dog ​​on the side of the road?

  Wen Xien raised his eyelids, his beautiful eyes were like emotionless glass beads, exuding a brilliant but chilling light.

   "Are you angry? Why are you angry, it seems that I am the one who is angry."

   She sneered, her eyes like reefs soaked in the cold water.

She said blankly, "Do you want to humiliate me by doing this to me? I'm afraid it won't do what you want. It's the first time you look at your relatives. Oh, I'm wrong, you don't count. Dear."

In He Runcheng's increasingly gloomy look, Wen Xien continued, "Although his skills are not very good, he looks pretty good, if you don't mind, I can play with you, I don't know what it's like to have **** with a man. "

   System: [You are not afraid to flash your tongue when you say this big thing, woman, don't play with fire. ]

  Wen Xien: [...Then I can't really get along with the male lead, I can only destroy my image. ]

   Wen Xien also knocked him up and down with playful eyes, as if looking at some goods.

   is very humiliating.

  He Runcheng's face sank, like a layer of September frost in June, angry and hateful, he raised his hand subconsciously, wanting to teach this ignorant person a lesson.

   But he raised his hand halfway and was abruptly retracted by him, his deep eyes were full of red silk like a mad beast.

   "How can you be such a person..."

  He Runcheng felt chills in his heart, looked at Wen Xien's casual expression in disbelief, and there was a moment of blackness in front of him.

   The heart seemed to be tightly tightened by the cold and hard iron wire, even the flesh and blood were stirred together, the pain was dull and huge.

  Yes, who is Liang Xien? It's the eldest young master of the Liang family. Who hasn't she played before?

   In Wen Xien's eyes, I'm afraid he is a clown. In front of her, I'm afraid he is not as good as a roadside dog.

   Hate, the extreme hatred made her want to tear the person in front of her to pieces, and then chop her arrogant bones one by one, making her unable to climb up.

   (end of this chapter)