Chapter 7 You'd Better Tell the Truth

Luo Yibei was swayed by the breath on her body, and her heart seemed to be gently scratched by a hand, and suddenly it was a little itchy.

Fang Chixia lay on top of him, breathing very disorderly.

The breath she sprayed has a faint cocktail scent, the smell of refreshing orange wine, very unique and pleasant. The skin on her body was covered with a layer of pink, like porcelain snow skin, like peach blossom petals floating in water. intoxicating.

In the bedroom, the breeze was blowing.

The faint orange scent, as if it would ferment, was blown away in the air, lingering in Luo Yibei's breath, lingering.

Luo Yibei quietly observed her reaction, his eyes swept across her face lightly, and saw through her abnormality at a glance.

"Have you been drugged?" His deep voice, compared to his previous indifference, showed a bit of laziness in his bones.

He said this in a very light tone, as if he was still a little interested, and didn't push her up.

"None of your business!" Fang Chixia pinched the palm of his hand, not looking at his face.

"However, you seem to need help very much!" Luo Yibei raised his eyebrows and stared at her lightly.

Fang Chixia's facial features are particularly delicate, with a small chin, a pointed nose, white skin, pure and bright.

It doesn't even need any modification, and the stunning shock comes over in an instant, which is unforgettable.

Such a face is extremely beautiful, especially at this moment.

Luo Yibei fixed his eyes on her cherry blossom-like lips, and suddenly turned around and pressed her under him.

His stature is very tall and looks like 1.87 or 88 by visual inspection.

Fang Chixia is more than 1.6 meters tall, which is not short among girls, but compared to him, she looks so petite.

When he was pressed under him, his body was completely shrouded in him, and a dense sense of oppression rushed towards him.

He raised his hand and tried to struggle, but the action he made was to stick his body uncontrollably towards him.

Luo Yibei glanced at her sideways, the corners of his lips twitched as if there was nothing, and his thin lips brushed over her lips.

His lips, with a slightly cool temperature, formed a sharp contrast with her body temperature.

Fang Chixia's body was obviously stiff, and there was something in his head, like the lead was ignited, and with a "boom", it was out of control.

Want to get closer to him, want to learn more...

However, such an idea had just come into being, and was pulled back by her little remaining rationality.

Pushing him, she moved herself away from him, turned her head sideways, and tried hard not to look at his face.

"Self-concentration is good!" Luo Yibei looked at her indifferently, his outrageously handsome face swept away the previous indifference, and even brought a bit of playfulness.

This man is a scumbag!

This is Fang Chixia's evaluation of Luo Yibei at this moment.

Does she like this now make him happy?

Luo Yibei didn't mind her angry eyes at all. He grabbed her shoulders with his big hands and pulled her into his arms. He continued to talk to her, "Tell me now, how did you just come in? Tell me the truth. , I might be able to make you feel better later!"

"Your door was already open when I came!" Fang Chixia didn't understand why he would suddenly ask such a question, but he answered truthfully.

"Really? It's such a coincidence?" Luo Yibei's eyes sank after her words, and he didn't know if he believed her words.