Lord, he teased me again

Chapter 277 Who Does She Think He Is?

Qingxuan's heart beat wildly again uncontrollably.

Even the roots of the ears felt slightly hot.

Such a good second cousin, from one finger to the strands of hair, is full of tenderness. She feels that even if she has a heartless heart, there will be cracks in this kind of tenderness.

She raised her hand almost unconsciously, grabbing Xia Jingrong's fingers.

His fingers were still as cold as ever, with a temperature so cold that it could almost penetrate the skin and seep into the blood.

Like catching cool snow.

But it was obviously such a kind of coldness, but a cluster of flames ignited in the bottom of her heart.

A tiny cluster of flames burned her entire heart in an instant.

The heat spread from the heart, spread to the blood, and spread to every inch of skin in the body.

This feeling is slightly familiar.

It was very similar to that day in the illusion, in that sweet breath, she was hot all over, and wanted to get closer to him.

She gripped his fingers a little harder.

But before he could move, he grabbed it with his backhand.

In the next second, Xia Jingrong threw the other hand out lightly, and the unprepared Black Bean was suddenly thrown out of the car, and landed on the head of the white bird driving the car without any mistakes.

The white bird was dozing off, and suddenly its head was hit, a small claw grabbed a lock of his hair, I don't know if it was too hard, but it pulled out the lock of hair straight.

The white bird in pain "hissed" lightly, but before his voice escaped the corners of his lips, the white tree sitting beside him tightly covered his mouth, forcefully blocking his unspoken voice.

The black beans were thrown out suddenly, furious, and unconsciously touched the paws on the white sparrow's head.

It's a pity that the white bird was tightly covered by the white tree, tearing from the pain, but unable to utter a sound.

In the carriage, Xia Jingrong moved closer to Qingxuan.

Qingxuan slowly closed her eyes.

The tips of their noses touch each other, so close that their breaths intertwine.

Qingxuan could feel that those slightly cool lips were getting closer and closer to her.

She could even imagine the warmth of that lip falling on her own.

But after waiting for a while, the imaginary temperature did not drop.

She couldn't help opening her eyes slightly, and then she clearly saw the extremely complicated emotions in Xia Jingrong's eyes.

It's like longing, but unwilling, unwilling,...

Qingxuan was slightly startled in her heart, and the raging flame seemed to be chilled by a basin of cold water.

I don't want to...

She lowered her eyelids, and gently pushed Xia Jingrong with her hand, slightly opening the distance between the two of them.

Then he pretended to be nonchalant, turned his head elsewhere, and yawned pretentiously, then closed his eyes, as if he was so sleepy that he wanted to sleep.

The hand that was held by Xia Jingrong twitched vigorously, trying to pull it out of his hand.

It's a pity that Xia Jingrong didn't give her this chance.

Looking at the little girl who suddenly left and pretended to be asleep, he felt a pain in his heart.

When he saw her approaching him with hot and affectionate eyes, he couldn't help thinking, who did she take him for?

Then when she opened her eyes and saw him, she pretended nothing happened and walked out as if nothing had happened. Did she know that she had recognized the wrong person?
Who gave the passion in her eyes to?
How many points are left for him?
How much of her trust and dependence on him is because of him, not because of the person she saw through him?
Xia Jingrong's grip on her fingers slowly tightened.

(End of this chapter)