Chapter 820
His words were angry, and his words were full of anger.
"Let me go first!" Fang Chixia's wrist was sore from his strangulation, and he frowned painfully.
Her facial features are actually not very delicate, unlike Su Ran, who is delicate like a flower that needs to be held in the palm of your hand.
Because of Fang Chixia's arrogance in his bones, his external impression is often very reckless.
However, today, when Luo Yibei was holding her wrist and struggling in his hand, she felt an indescribable weakness.
His strength was weak, his already pitifully small face was as pale as paper, and even his lips were pale.
The delicate eyebrows were twisted again, delicate and weak, like a short-lived flower that was beaten down by the rain.
Luo Yibei's eyes swept across her face calmly, frowning.
Just thinking about whether she was uncomfortable, who knew that she was so delicate before, and slammed him with her body, "Let go!"
Strength, not too light.
Such her made Luo Yibei's face darken.
His body covered her again and pressed against the wall she was leaning against. He reminded coldly, "I'm still waiting for your explanation!"
His body was pressing against her, and the two were close to each other, and the aura on his body was originally strong.
With such a negative distance contact, Fang Chixia only felt as if he was entangled in a fine and dense net, and it was difficult to even breathe.
"Luo Yibei, go away!" He raised his hand and wanted to push him away, but Luo Yibei held her hand back, imprisoning her arms against his side.
"Want to continue spending time with me in this room? I don't mind, but, are you sure?" His eyes slid down her face slowly, and when he walked past the loose neckline on her shoulders, his eyes Paused for a few seconds.
His eyes were sharp, as if he could tear her clothes directly.
Fang Chixia was horrified by him. What is visual delay, she once again experienced it from him.
"Give you a few seconds to think about it!" Luo Yibei's face slowly turned towards her, his eyes swam around her at an extremely slow speed, his fingertips wrapped around the belt of her bathrobe and played with it, it seemed that Want to pick.
Fang Chixia couldn't stand him like this, he pressed his hand, turned his face to the side, and distanced himself from him, "I had a fever last night!"
Luo Yibei was slightly startled, his face slightly distorted.
Fang Chixia pulled his clothes together, pushed him away, and went to pack his luggage.
Luo Yibei's eyes moved along her figure, stared at her quietly for a while, walked over a few steps, pushed her hand away, and took over the task in her hand.
Fang Chixia squatted beside him, watching his movements quietly, thinking about him rushing over, and asked coldly, "Did you believe what happened last night?"
Her tone was tentative, the look in his eyes was a bit chilling, and the voice was very low.
It was so light that Luo Yibei's heart seemed to be gently grabbed by something.
"What do you think?" Luo Yibei looked at her lightly, and asked instead of answering.
Fang Chixia thought that he was asking her for an explanation, so he probably didn't believe it.
Realizing this, she sighed lightly.
All he wants is a reason!
"Is it better now?" Luo Yibei crossed her long arm in her direction, and casually probed her forehead, feeling the temperature on her forehead, and took it back.