The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1845 Want to Blaspheme Today (64)

I saw the girl holding his fingertips, and gently rubbing the milk-stained fingertips on the slender and straight collarbone of the blond young man.

The snow-white collar of the blond-haired youth had just been rubbed off by the back of the girl's hand, exposing his fair neck and collarbone.

The snow-white skin was exposed to the slightly cold air, and the straight and slender collarbone was exquisite and beautiful, very attractive and beautiful, and one couldn't help but want to touch it.

Hiber thought so, and did so.

She held the young man's fingertips and rubbed them against the snow-white collarbone.

On that delicate skin, there is this obvious pool of liquid, which falls into Xibel's eyes, making people feel sexy for no reason, and there is a slight hint of difference.

At the same time she let go of Xavier's fingertip, her little finger quietly scratched the other's collarbone.

The other party seemed to be aware of it.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked at her suspiciously.

Hiber withdrew his hand without changing his expression.

After wiping off the milk stains on his fingertips, Hiber bowed his head and kissed his fingertips.

Then she took another step up the stairs, advancing and retreating, she pushed the young man standing at the entrance of the stairs further to the corner of the corridor.

Xavier leaned against the cold wall, and he asked Xibel with some doubts: "Aren't you going back to the room?"

"Back."

Hibel raised her eyebrows, she took a step back, took Xavier's hand directly, and led him to her room.

"I just didn't expect His Majesty to be so anxious."

Xibel closed the door casually, "Mian go down on the bed and sit down."

Xavier sat quietly by the bed. Listening to Xibel's words, he frowned slightly, and replied in a flat tone: "I'm not in a hurry."

This is the second time Hiber said he was in a hurry.

The God of Light pursed his lips a little unconvinced.

He was obviously not in a hurry.

...and didn't look forward to it

Xibel came over, listened to his retort, just smiled with a smile that was not a smile.

She stood by the bed, then knelt in front of Xavier on one knee, and slowly pushed the beautiful blond youth onto the soft big bed.

"Yes, you are not in a hurry."

"It's me who is in a hurry."

Xibel looked down at the blond young man in front of him quietly. His soft golden hair was scattered on the big snow-white bed. He was lying on the bed, as if he didn't know what Xibel was going to do. His blue eyes were just a little curious. looked at her suspiciously.

Regarding the girl's words, the quiet and arrogant Guangming God lightly pursed his lips.

Although he didn't say anything, the God of Light's mood was indeed a little happy.

Xibel looked at him, golden shattered hair brushed his eyebrows and eyes, the candlelight in the bedroom was not bright, but flickered on and off, fortunately, there was still moonlight coming in from outside the window pane.

The bright and clear moonlight swept across the clear eyebrows of the blond young man inch by inch. His browbones were straight, his eye sockets were deep, and his light golden eyelashes were extremely slender. He had the appearance of a Western mixed race.

Under the light and shadow, the other party's exquisite facial features are half-bright and half-dark.

The bright red lips were pursed lightly, and the corners of his lips seemed to unconsciously evoked a very shallow smile.

He is having fun.

Hiber realized this, and raised her eyebrows slowly.

"Your Majesty, are you happy to come into my room?" She teasingly raised the young man's snow-white chin with her fingers, and asked him with a half-smile.

The God of Light spoke stiffly, expressionless: "No."

(End of this chapter)