After falling in love with the evil god

Chapter 207
His bright lips are red roses with dew in the morning, gently curved.

" you are mine."

"forever."

Lin Qiao's closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened them to look at him.

The four eyes met, her breath fell moistly and lingeringly on his face, and "Chu Ji"'s thick black eyes were covered with a layer of white mist.

She couldn't help holding His face up, staring at those thick black eyes, where the quietly changing emotions seemed to burst out in the next second.

Lin Qiao was silently appreciating his victory.

She knew that she would succeed in the end, that the fruit would eventually ripen and roll and rot at her feet.

The smart butler's camera moved to the side of the sofa and cast a virtual silhouette, "It's 7 o'clock in the evening, do you need me to cook dinner?"

Lin Qiao blinked, and let go of his collar with his fingers, and a button that was pulled out lay in the palm of his hand.

She couldn't control her strength just now, so she silently stuffed the button under the gap of the sofa to hide.

"Chu Ji" picked her up, opened her neckline a little, her expression softened, and there was still lust that had not completely receded. The warm lamp in the living room fell on her face and turned into a vivid high-end oil painting, which was unbelievably beautiful.

Lin Qiao looked at him in a daze.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Chu Ji" enjoys her obsessive eyes, and feels joy from the bottom of his heart. He gave up looking for the motive of her being a fisherman who deliberately swings his rod and drops bait. His palm follows her undulating back, like a nobleman stroking his arms pure white Persian cat.

"It's all right." Lin Qiao said.

"Chu Ji" nodded slightly, "Go upstairs and dry your hair, I will cook you dinner."

Lin Qiao: "Okay."

"Chu Ji" refused the help of the smart butler, let Lin Qiao leave, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

The ideological struggle that just stood in the kitchen no longer exists. He clearly remembers every cooking step, but he still has no intention of taking off his shirt and wearing an apron. He has not completely given up his remaining dignity and pretends to be like that on purpose To attract Lin Qiao's attention.

Lin Qiao dried her hair upstairs and drank half a glass of warm water before suppressing the dryness in her mouth.

When "Chu Ji" got out of control and went crazy, he didn't know how anti-human his manic deep kiss was and broke the boundaries.

Her throat and esophagus were aching.

She sat by the bed for a while, took a while, and picked up her mobile phone.

Half an hour ago, an anonymous text message came in.

【Lin Qiao, you cannot destroy this world, you must be responsible for it. 】

【You killed a lot of people, you killed a lot of people, you killed a lot of people】

After she clicked on the message list, the repetitive and meaningless words popped up one after another like a virus.

Lin Qiao turned it off a few times and found that it couldn't be finished, so he simply threw the phone into the bed.

She didn't know who had the ability to break through the siege, find her mobile phone number and send her a message.

She didn't care, and she didn't regret her decision at all.

Sitting there in a daze for a while, when she heard footsteps coming upstairs, Lin Qiao turned off her cell phone and walked over to open the door.

"Chu Ji" just stopped in front of the door.

His eyes scanned the bedroom, as if scanning for hidden viruses.

"It's time for supper," he said at last.

Lin Qiao took the initiative to hold his hand, "I smell the fragrance, what did you do?"

"Chu Ji" lowered his head and stared at the hands they were holding, rubbed her fingertips lightly, and was dragged out by her.

(End of this chapter)