Chapter 17: [006] Mysterious Beauty Boy (2)

She gritted her teeth, turned her back, and decided to cast the spell herself.
If it can be saved, it is his luck, if not, it is his life!
She adjusted her breath, and stood beside the young boy for a few minutes, raised her hands to her chest, put her thumbs together, leaned forward slightly, forming a lion's mark, and saying a spell ...
The surrounding vegetation was moving without wind, and a white mist was swirling in her body like a vortex, constantly sucking the black gas overflowing from the top of the beautiful boy ...
The last trace of black gas was exhausted, Yang Zimei's vitality was greatly consumed, she collapsed, fell to the ground, and passed out ...

Waking up, Yang Zimei found himself wrapped in someone's arms, lying on a large comfortable black bed in a curled posture.
this is……
She looked up, and bumped into her face that was as beautiful as coming out of the anime, her chin was slightly thin, her flabby lips were slightly narrowed, her eyes were slightly closed, her expression was slightly soothing, and her breathing was even To fall asleep.
She looked sideways again, only to see his pajamas open on his chest, and his tiny body was clinging to him, and he could even clearly feel the trembling of his lungs and the beating of his heart between his breaths.
She instantly became hot.
Although she is only five years old, she has the mature soul of a 28-year-old young woman.
In the last life, because of her displacement, it was difficult to solve even the problem of food and clothing, and love was also dispensable. Of course, she also liked a person, but she humbled it, and only watched quietly every time. As he hurried past him, he never expected that he would stop.
And the close physical contact between men and women, she has never experienced, even if it is a beautiful hand.
Now she was lying in the arms of a man, even though the man was only about 15 years old.
Feeling her movements, the young boy's long eyelashes shuddered slightly, and opened the narrow eyes of Feng.
The pupils are black as lacquer, slightly bluish, just like the stars in the sky, exuding a touch of coldness.
When he looked down to see Yang Zimei's pair of black and white, clear and bright water eyes, the coldness of his eyes gradually faded, warming and softening.
Yang Zimei was attracted by such pupils and was amazed.
The young boy's body bowed slightly, and her hand that had been circled closed slightly, so that her soft, small body could be more close to him and more comfortable.
Yang Zimei recovered from the exclamation, and hurriedly reached out his small hand to push him, trying to sit up from his arms.
He refused to let her circle her tighter, even holding her chin against her hair, taking a deep breath, as if smelling a floral fragrance, with a certain indulgence and intoxication on her face.
This ... is so ambiguous!
The roots of Yang Zimei's ears became hot, and anxiously called, "You let me go!"
"Don't let it go!" Said the young man Shen, his hand tightening her even tighter, even pressing her calf with his long leg.
Nima's hair is only five years old. She has little strength in her hands, legs, and legs, so she can't move at all!
She really didn't understand why he wanted to circle her so tightly. Did he have pedophilia or something?
However, in her mind, those who have pedophilia are often those insignificant uncles, and the handsome young man like a cherry blossom in front of him cannot smell any insignificant breath.