Chapter 33: Contractual marriage (31)

Jiang Ruan was holding his face, his expression a little dumbfounded.
She blinked, her eyes fell on the other's beautiful face, her long, cold eyelashes trembled slightly.
"I, I don't worry about anything..."
She seemed to be bewitched, the ghost did not push away Gu Xichao's hand.
Seeing that Jiang Ruan didn't mean to resist.
A light joy emerged in his heart, and the man slightly curled her red lips.
He doesn't laugh often.
At this time, the eyebrows are clean and beautiful, and there is a feeling of blossoming, thrilling magnificence.
Gu Xi squeezed her face like an inch.
The slender and white fingers slowly face upwards, brushing the lips, a little bit depicting the woman's delicate eyebrows, and finally land on the bright and beautiful cinnabar mole on the center of the eyebrow.
The action is too intimacy.
The distance between them is very close. As long as Jiang Ruan raises his head slightly, the bridges of their noses will even pass.
"A Ruan..."
A little whispered over his thin lips, and the man's slightly lower voice had an inexplicable taste of seduction.
"Can I call you that?"
The voice coming from the ear, the low-magnetic texture, like the feeling of a small brush rubbing the eardrum, makes your cheeks hot.
Jiang Ruan really blushed.
Fuck, what is this guy doing? ? ?
Fuck her?
She took a deep breath and suppressed the strange feeling in her heart. Then, she stretched out her hand to pinch the other person's delicate chin, and pushed away the fair and beautiful face with force.
The woman was paralyzed with a fair and beautiful face, and said coldly, "No."
Very ruthless Yazi!
After speaking, she dashed into the bedroom, slipping faster than the rabbit.
Gu Meiren who was pushed away: "..."
Gu Xi flashed towards the blue eyes, and he didn't say much in the end, just stretched out his hand to tidy up the collar of his shirt and pressed his thin lips into a straight line.
Afterwards, the man lowered his beautiful curled eyelashes and opened his petal-like lips slightly.
A very low and very low sentence, "I really don't understand the style..."
When Jiang Ruan came out of the shower, someone had changed their pajamas very quickly and lay on the soft big bed.
He also held a book in his hand, flipping through his slender white fingers casually.
Seeing Jiang Ruan coming out, the man raised his eyes, and the faint blue light reflected through the glass lens to reflect a very beautiful color.
Gu Xichao's hand was half resting on her chin, her gaze fell on her body, and she glanced from top to bottom, her thin lips slightly raised, "Done?"
He seemed to just ask casually.
Jiang Ruan said, but he felt more weird in his heart.
"..."
What kind of ghost conversation is this? ?
She slowly moved towards the bed, then sat on it, then lifted the quilt and lay down, her posture in lying extremely stiff.
During the whole process, Jiang Ruan had a blank face.
Her inner OS: "@#@%￥#@……"
Did this person take the wrong medicine? ?
Jiang Ruan silently covered the quilt until he covered his face.
Ah, leave her alone, she is dead!
"..." Seeing Jiang Ruan's movements, Gu Xichao's lips twitched.
He pulled the quilt and whispered: "Don't sleep under the quilt."
Jiang Ruan pretended to be dead.
Without saying a word.
"..."
Gu Xichao was angrily laughed, he slowly leaned forward, stretched out his well-knotted hand, and slightly hardened his slender fingertips, pulling off the quilt covering Jiang Ruan's face.
For an instant.
Four eyes face each other.
Jiang Ruan blinked innocently and said, "What are you doing?" Her paw was still holding the soft quilt.
The man's eyes were slightly bent, and he slowly covered himself, with his slender arms resting on the soft bed, this posture was equivalent to encircling Jiang Ruan in his arms.
"You seem to be nervous?"
His voice was faintly smiling.
"!"
She was slammed by the bed.
She got slammed by the bed!
Jiang Ruan repeated these words infinitely in his mind.