Chapter 297: Peach Blossom Eyes

Yang Zi's eyebrows lifted his feet and stepped on the man's feet.
The man's hand still hugged her waist, and said anxiously: "Little sister, the world is still beautiful, don't think about it that way, you are still young, and your life is long ..."
Yang Zimei understood that the person thought she wanted to dive and die.
She turned her head slightly.
Holding her was an extremely handsome man, about twenty-five years old, with the soft, dense, arc-shaped peach eyes, looking anxiously at himself.
When he saw her face clearly, he was slightly surprised, and whispered, "Why are you?"
Seeing him looks like he knows himself.
"Let ’s go, I didn't commit suicide by diving." She pulled his hand away, turned back, and blinked at the man in front of her.
He was wearing a beige off-white casual clothes, with a long, tall and straight figure, and a relaxed and lazy attitude. His face was like a jade carving, with clear features, angular and angular, and fuchsia lips that were moderately thick and raised without smile.
Only your noble son has such a temperament.
"Shh, I thought you were going to commit suicide, and it scared me. It seems that I'm so worried." The man evoked the corners of his lips, which had been slightly wicked, with a deep ripple on his lips. The deep dimple, the pair of narrow peach blossom eyes, also glow with peach blossoms, which are instantly dazzling, and have a completely different attitude and temperament from the dragon day by day.
She wanted to observe him with his eyes and see who he was.
Who knows, he seems to be blocked by something, and his sky eye can't see any background of him.
And this kind of shielding is different from the dragon day by day.
Long Zhutian is like a black hole in itself, and he is shielded by external forces.
Her gaze fell on his neck.
I saw in his slightly open neck that there was a small pendant worn with a black rope. This pendant was shaped like a yin-yang tai chi, and what shielded him was the light emitted by this pendant.
Ok?
What exactly is the pendant?
She was a little curious.
Watching her staring at his neck, he reached out and pulled at his collar, making the neck open wider and making himself look more sexy.
"cough--"
His peach eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips laughed even more. "Little sister, do you think I'm handsome and want to pounce?"
After hearing what he said, Yang Zimei frowned, closed his eyes from his neck, shifted to his face, blinked, and said lightly, "Handsome is handsome, just too narcissistic, not interested in fluttering. inverted."
He glared at her, "What the are you staring at my neck? Don't you want to take off my clothes and look at my chest muscles?"
puff!
Yang Zimei couldn't help but want to sneer!
I've seen narcissists, I've never seen anyone so narcissistic!
When she suddenly remembered the phrase "how are you" when he saw his face, he stared at him and asked, "Do you know me?"
The corners of his lips smiled even more. "Yes, Yang Zimei, fifteen years old. I am a junior high school student in Nancheng Middle School. I am a professional teacher."
Yang Zimei sweated, it seems that he really does not understand himself generally.
"Who are you?" She asked with caution.
"Aren't you the master? Don't you think?" The man smiled evilly.
"Take down the thing on your neck and say it again." Yang Zimei raised an eyebrow.