Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 33 She's Flirting and Irresponsible 33
When He Lu saw her closing the door, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but he didn't expect her to be able to close it directly due to her strength.

His wrist was severely pinched by the door, and he took a low breath.

Ling Yan let go of Men Bing, looked at his swollen wrist, pursed her lips, and her eyes darkened.

The corner of his lower lip was pulled, his tone was not very good.

"Deserving it."

He Lu laughed, deliberately lifted up his shirt sleeves and rolled them up several times. His complexion was very pale, sickly white, and his high and swollen wrists were scary.

Lingyan bit her lower lip, her tone was still harsh: "He Lu, you have to suffer on your own."

"That's what I did." He Lu smiled, and shook his injured wrist in front of her eyes a few times as if showing off. Ling Yan looked at her dazzlingly, and her eye circles were astringent.

"Let me go in and sit down?"

Lingyan's voice was almost sour, and she glanced at his wrist again, and the tip of her nose also became sour.

"No."

The mahogany door was about to be closed by her again, but He Lu made up her mind and stepped in with one leg.

He was still dangling his red and swollen wrist, as if on purpose, bad and bad, reminding her of what she had done.

Lingyan was aggrieved, her eyes were red, she might be angry, she gritted her teeth, and uttered a word fiercely: "Annoyance."

What he got was a laugh from He Lu.

Ling Yan was annoyed, she let go of the door, stepped on her slippers and entered the room with a rattling sound, the door was closed heavily with a strong temper.

He Lv walked in grandly, closed the door, opened it again, and closed it again.

I deliberately made it to her.

Sure enough, the next second.

The door of the room slammed open.

Ling Yan opened the door with a serious face, poked her head out, and glanced expressionlessly.

unfortunately.

It bumped into He Lu's eyes with a playful smile.

Aya smoke: ...

Angry.

Ling Yan pulled her hair, and sat down beside the sofa in a slightly dispirited state.

"What?"

Fierce.

He Lu just laughed and snorted, "Let's talk?"

"Oh……"

He didn't speak, just stared at her quietly, his eyes were hot and wanton, like a hidden beast admiring its own prey.

Ling Yan felt irritated by him, she turned her head, and her thick and cute bangs let off some of her restless hostility.

"Speak? Understand!?"

She is strong, and her temper is not very good.

He gets angry at every turn, and his temper is unpredictable.

Sometimes inattentive, without emotion, with deep depression in his eyes.

Sometimes I get impatient, with red eye circles, as if being bullied, angry and irritable.

Just like now.

He Lu is like a natural gentleman, his body smells like the damp sea breeze, and also has the coolness of cedar.

Broken black hair drooping on the full forehead, picturesque eyebrows, with a bit of a bookish look, smiling at this time, a little naughty, paired with a white shirt, looks like a gentle scum teacher in the Republic of China.

"Aya smoke."

Lingyan's heart stopped, she avoided his gaze, and lowered her head.

"what?!"

Her tone was not very good. When facing He Lu, a person like her always had to use a fierce tone to cover up her inner anxiety.

But I don't know, some people are fragile, some people are sensitive, maybe they will be scared away because of such a bad temper.

But fortunately, in He Lu's eyes, she is both fierce and beautiful.

"Yayan, how many episodes do you have for your romance?"

He Lu raised his pitch-black eyebrows, and his voice was soothing and flat, as if he was just asking you if you had eaten casually.

Ayano thought for a while.

"Phase three."

He Lu let out a faint oh.

(End of this chapter)