Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 129 Luo, Trust Me Once (2)

"Don't get so close to me."

"Ha ha."

Long Beijue hooked his lips, and a low and deep laugh escaped from his lips.

He raised his hand to remove the towel and put it aside.

"In this way, if I blow your hair and you cook me something to eat, it will be considered even."

A few words directly blocked what she wanted to say directly.

She really didn't want to owe him anything, let alone get used to anything?
Get used to this thing, once you get used to it, you may not be able to quit even if you try your best.

"Long Beijue, it's just a bet, you don't need to take it seriously," she said.

"To tell you the truth, I won't be with you after three months."

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, instead of being angry, he smiled, "Since you are so sure that you will win the bet, why are you still urging me to do anything, unless..."

He dragged his tune, his eyes suddenly became deep, "Unless you think you will lose."

Lost the bet, and lost to him.

Qiao Luo was annoyed, and retorted coldly, "You are talking nonsense."

Seeing her fierce and fierce appearance, Long Beijue's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand and pinched her face in a strange way.

He had wanted to do this a long time ago.

Like her hands, soft and cold.

Qiao Luo's eyes widened, he brushed away his hand, and stood up abruptly.

"you……"

I don't know if it was too surprised or ashamed, but my voice seemed to be stuck in my throat, and I couldn't hold back any words.

Long Beijue withdrew his hand reluctantly, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"How about you pinch me too?"

The delicate side face came close to her, as if letting her slaughter her.

Qiao Luo managed to regain his voice and pushed his face away, "You can go."

Long Beijue filtered her words directly, and pushed her back to the chair, "Sit down, let's blow your hair first."

"I..." She raised her head, but unexpectedly, the man suddenly bent down.

Their foreheads were touching, and the fundus of each other's eyes were occupied by each other's figure.

It's all about you, that's probably it.

Qiao Luo's head was stunned for a moment, and his whole body froze.

Until the man's hoarse voice sounded, robbing her of all her thoughts, "Qiao Luo, you are afraid that you will get used to my presence, aren't you?"

I am used to him being by her side, afraid that she will fall into this relationship herself, and even more afraid that I will lose it after getting used to it.

His children are actually very fragile.

Qiao Luo turned to the beginning, and said duplicity, "You think too much, and you have to limit your narcissism."

Guessing that she would deny it, Long Beijue's thin lips curled up slightly, his hands on the chair were relieved, and his upper body leaned on her.

Feeling that his internal injuries were about to be crushed, Qiao Luo pushed him, "Long Beijue, why are you crazy? You're sinking to death. Get up quickly."

Long Beijue pressed her hand, resting his chin on her shoulder.

He tilted his head, caught a glimpse of her red ears, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

A deep voice escaped from his throat, slightly hoarse, "Luo, trust me once."

With a "lo", it hit Qiao Luo's heart hard.

Shallow ripples appeared in her clear eyes, and the hand trapped in his palm curled up slightly.

A clever brain runs so sluggishly that he can't hold back a complete sentence, "Long Beijue, you..."

When the point was over, Long Beijue straightened up, stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, "Take your time, three months, the future will be long."

She is not used to it, he will let her get used to it slowly.

Qiao Luo lowered his brows and eyes, and there were already waves of waves in his heart.

There is ample time?

Is it really possible?
　And ha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)