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One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Huan Huan jumped away abruptly, pointing at him and pointing at himself, and roared out in desperation, "I didn't insult you!"

Mo Jia sat up slowly, with silver hair and red eyes, he looked morbid and enchanting.

Shou's charm has the upper hand!Is there any?

His complexion recovered a lot, he was no longer so pale, raised his eyebrows, squinted at her, said nothing, just pointed to his own lips, it seemed that there was still someone's glistening saliva on it...

Huan Huan's face was flushed, he squatted down and hurriedly explained, "You fainted again just now, and it was difficult to breathe, I'm just doing artificial respiration for you like last time!!"

He raised his eyebrows even higher, and said meaningfully, "Last time?"

Huan Huan froze for a moment, then looked away, and muttered angrily, "What else? Could it be that you can still heal yourself!"

The blood-colored red eyes locked her, and there was a simmering eagerness in the bottom of the eyes, with a tinge of animal lust.

He pinched her chin suddenly, approached her in astonishment, "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

Huanhuan was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a while.

"Didn't you see that I'm like a monster? In the next second, I might swallow you up." He raised the corners of his lips and sneered treacherously.

At this very second, his whole body exuded a terrifying and dangerous aura, indeed like a dangerous beast, if he approached, he would be doomed.

Huan Huan's white chin had already been pinched with red marks by him. She frowned in pain, turned her face stubbornly, and stared at him, "You have changed into a monster? Your tolerance is too low right?"

He narrowed his red eyes, stood up, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Huan Huan shrinks his neck in fright, but sees him grabbing the pen barrel on the table, and with a simple pinch, two obvious fingerprints appear on the pen barrel.

Su fantasized.

Damn, it's made of iron! ! !

Huan Huan stood there, not daring to move, watching Mo Jia twist the stylus bucket into the shape of a pile of poop like pinching plasticine, and then easily throw it into the trash can.

"One day, maybe you will be like this pen barrel." He closed his red eyes and said indifferently, "Even so, aren't you afraid?"

That bland tone had no warmth, and even concealed a hint of self-mockery.

Huan Huan's heart trembled, and he raised his eyes to stare at him.

When the wind blows, the curtains are lifted slightly, and a few rays of sunlight leak in, full of vitality of life.But he turned his face sideways, as if a little repelled.

He was... loathing himself.

Why, at this moment, she felt that it was not fear, but...

Distressed.

She tried her best to smile, approached him, looked at him seriously with big watery eyes, "When you were at the airport, you knew I was lying to you, but you still took me home. This shows that , you have a good heart, so you won't hurt me."

He shook his body, and slowly, he met her clear eyes, just glanced at her, turned his face away, and sneered, "The Mo family is so big, I don't care if there is one more person, I just use you to show you Grandpa protested."

Huan Huan's expression froze.

To be honest, it really hurts! !

"Anyway, just as long as you don't hurt anyone!" Her firm look made him narrow his eyes, narrow and long pupils, bloody red gathered, slowly and little by little opened and released.

Lowering his eyes, he suddenly said, "How about you molesting me?"