Chapter 17 [006] Mysterious Beautiful Boy (2)

She gritted her teeth, turned her head, and decided to cast the spell herself.

If it can be saved, it is his luck, if it cannot be saved, it is also his life!

She adjusted her breath, stood beside the beautiful young man for a few minutes, raised her hands to her chest, put her thumbs together, leaned forward slightly, formed a lion print, and chanted a spell...

The grass and trees around her moved without wind, and a mass of white mist revolved around her like a vortex, constantly sucking the black air that overflowed from the top of the beautiful boy's head...

The last trace of black air was exhausted, Yang Zimei's vitality was greatly consumed, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious...

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When she woke up, Yang Zimei found herself wrapped in her arms, lying in a crouched position on a comfortable black bed.

This is……

She looked up, and what caught her eye was a face as handsome as it came out of an anime, with a slightly pointed chin, thin cherry red lips, slightly closed eyes, a slightly soothing expression, and even breathing. fell asleep.

She looked sideways again, and saw that the nightgown on his chest was open, and her small body was clinging to it, and she could even clearly feel the trembling of his lungs and the beating of his heart between his breaths.

She instantly turned red.

Although she is only five years old now, she has the mature soul of a 28-year-old young woman.

In the last life, because she was displaced, she couldn't even solve the problem of food and clothing, so love was optional. Of course, she also liked someone, but she liked it humbly, and could only watch it quietly every time. He hurried past him with his figure, but never expected him to stop.

She has never experienced physical intimacy between men and women, not even the beauty of holding hands.

Now, she is actually lying in the arms of a man, even though the man is only about 15 years old.

Feeling her movement, the beautiful boy's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and opened his long and narrow phoenix eyes.

The pupils are as black as lacquer, slightly bluish, like the stars in the sky, exuding a faint cold glow.

When he looked down and saw Yang Zimei's clear and bright water eyes that looked at him with clear black and white, the cold light in his eyes gradually faded, warmed and softened.

Yang Zimei was attracted by such a pair of pupils and was amazed.

The beautiful boy's body bowed slightly, and the hand that had encircled her was slightly retracted, so that her soft, small body could be more close to him and more comfortable.

Yang Zimei recovered from the exclamation, and hurriedly stretched out her little hand to push him, trying to sit up from his embrace.

He wouldn't let her, so he circled her even tighter, and even pressed his chin against the top of her hair, took a deep breath, as if he was smelling the fragrance of flowers, with a certain indulgence and intoxication on his face.

This... is really ambiguous!

Yang Zimei's ears turned red, and she cried anxiously, "Let me go!"

"Don't let it go!" The beautiful young man said in a deep voice, hooking her tighter, even pressing his slender leg down on her calf.

Nima's hair is only five years old. She has little strength in her small hands and calves, and she can't move at all!

She really couldn't understand why he kept her in such a tight circle, did he have a pedophile or something?

However, in her mind, those who are pedophiles are often those wretched uncles, and this young man as handsome as a cherry blossom in front of him can't smell any wretchedness.