The First Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty-Eight Chapters, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (35)

Ye Yanhan looked at the girl's figure with a slightly startled expression. He subconsciously put the scalpel behind him, the slender and beautiful hand holding the scalpel tightened, and the cold fingertips turned white.

almost instinctive,

I don't want girls to see

this side.

"What are you hiding?" Ranbai raised his eyebrows.

Well, the idea coincides.

She's here, tsk.

Now that someone has done it for her, she...

"Jiu Bai?!" Luo Xining looked at the two of them in horror, huddled in the corner of the bed.

Those thoughts were long gone from the bottom of my heart.

Ranbai lowered her eyes slightly, walked straight over, and picked up the scalpel in Ye Yanhan's hand with her slender and beautiful hand.

Delicate and compact, with a silver shimmer.

She gave him this scalpel.

The handsome and noble man pursed his lips slightly and remained silent.

Ranbai sighed faintly, his voice sighed, with a hint of pampering in his gentleness: "Although it is not the first time you have done it, it must not be as good as me, just look at it."

The scalpel with silver light spun in a beautiful circle on the girl's fingertips.

Ye Yanhan blinked, softly bent his cold eyes, and responded in a low voice.

Ranbai withdrew his gaze on Ye Yanhan, um, her official match is still pretty good-looking.

"Host, what are you going to do?" Feng Luo looked terrified.

"Nonsense." Ranbai frowned: "You can't watch?"

"..." Yes, this is a host.

but!

"The hatred value hasn't been drawn yet, host, you don't move now..." Fengluo's voice became frightened at the end, "Ah!" Host!

He moved the knife with an expressionless face.

"Did I say start?"

"Did I say I'm going to kill her?"

"Did I say the mission is not complete?"

Ranbai indifferently threw out three consecutive questions, um, continue to use the knife.

"Ding, the current hatred value is 60%."

"Ding, the current hatred value is 62%."

"Ding, the current hatred value is 69%."

...

A series of system prompts sounded one after another in the system space.

Feng Luo: "..."

I put it in a glass bottle.

Eye.

"Do you have a handkerchief?" Ranbai raised his eyes and asked Ye Yanhan.

Ye Yanhan stretched out his hand and handed the pure white handkerchief to Ranbai, with a pair of deep eyes staring at Ranbai without blinking.

"Thank you." Ranbai took the handkerchief with a smile, her lips curled into a picturesque brow, and the cold moonlight fell on her, like a little fairy walking out of a painting.

Clean and pure.

certainly,

If you ignore the tragic situation of Luo Xining and the delicate scalpel.

would be more perfect.

Dyeing white and drooping her beautiful dazzling eyebrows, the long black eyelashes fell on the eyelids, hanging out in a beautiful arc, and she focused and earnestly rubbed the scalpel until it was clean and no trace of dust could be seen. The kind of light that doesn't work.

just stopped.

Dyeing Bai holds a glass bottle in his hand, and his slender and beautiful hands are placed on the transparent glass bottle, which is also very beautiful.

Shaking in front of Ye Yanhan's eyes, the pale and delicate face held a faint smile, the corners of his lips curled into a shallow arc, his tone was gentle and doting: "Did you see it? Is that what you want to do? …”

Her beautiful fair-skinned jaw lifted lightly, and in the depths of her black eyes was a splendid smile like stars, "Remember."

She tilted her head and smiled, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, there is time, I'll teach you slowly if it's a big deal."

Sealed: →_→

So, is this what it's like to be in love?