Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 39 She's Flirting and Irresponsible 39
He Lu's chest was pressed down.

The corridor was very dark, only by the moonlight at the end, I could vaguely see that the person in front of me was very thin and petite, and I couldn't see his facial features clearly.

The smell on the body is very light, it smells good, but I can't taste what it is.

He Lu's heart tightened.

A beam of light came in from the end of the corridor, illuminating the corridor.

Lingyan's morbidly white skin was terribly cloudy, her long black eyelashes drooped, she couldn't see the expression in her eyes clearly, and her delicate red lips fluttered.

The light came only briefly, and a few seconds later, the corridor returned to darkness.

It's all plunged into darkness.

He Lu's eyelids twitched, and he raised his hand to touch her face, but Ling Yan held her back, imprisoning her head, and she held He Lu's wrist tightly.

The other hand was still on his chest.

"Aya smoke..."

In the darkness, He Lu could only hear her chuckle softly, like self-mockery, disdain, or playfulness.

He Lu frowned, but he didn't make a movement of resistance. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and let out a low laugh.

"how?"

"Teasing me?"

Ling Yan's eyelashes trembled, she raised her eyes, looked at him, and raised her hands from his chest.

The fingertips felt cool, and the skin they touched was extremely hot.

Touching his Adam's apple, Lingyan remained expressionless, and the ambiguous sound of his Adam's apple sliding passed by her ears.

Instead, Ling Yan grabbed He Lu's neck.

"He Lu..."

She spoke, her voice low and deep.

Just called out his name.

He Lu was silent for a while, her fingertips on her neck were still exerting force, and she didn't feel any pain or suffocation, but her little hands were quite tender.

For a long time, she didn't speak.

It was just silent, dead silent.

Just when He Lu thought she would not speak any more, Lingyan let go of him and said, "Open the door."

He Lu looked down at her, it was too dark to see her expression.

As if lost in his mind, he took out the key and opened the door.

He Lu turned on the light in the living room, raised his foot and just took a step closer, when he was pushed forward by a force behind him, and he staggered.

The next moment, the door was slammed shut.

He Lu steadied his footsteps, turned around, and saw Lingyan.

Thick bangs were under her eyebrows, and her eyes were heavy and dark, with long and curled eyelashes, as delicate as a doll in a shop window.

Lingyan's red lips curled up, her smile was a shadowy and morbid sense.

Her thin white fingers moved, she zipped up the jacket of the white sportswear, and slowly pulled it down, walking towards He Lu step by step.

He Lu subconsciously took two steps back.

Lingyan took off the white sportswear and threw it on the ground casually.

Inside is a white silk thin shoulder strap suspender, exquisite and beautiful right-angled shoulders, and collarbone. Looking down, the bust is perfect.

She is thin, but in good shape.

"Aya smoke..."

He Lu was at a loss.

Lingyan didn't even give him a chance to react, and grabbed He Lu's neck again, forcing him back step by step.

Always,
Sitting on the black sofa all the time.

Ling Yan looked down at He Lu from a high position, his fair face became scarlet, and the dazzling light hit his pupils, giving off a beautiful light.

"what……"

"I can't escape..."

Her low voice came out of her chest accompanied by a hoarse laugh, and lingered in He Lu's ears.

He Lu opened his mouth to say something, but in the next second, Lingyan bent over, lowered her head, pinched his chin with one hand and lifted it lightly, and clasped his fingers with the other hand.

He pressed his lips heavily on He Lu's lips.

(End of this chapter)