A few minutes later, the door handle of the box turned and then a small gap was pushed open. Someone stretched out his long legs that could be played for a year and explored around. After confirming that there was no danger of life, he finally walked in openly.

Seeing this, Bu Yao couldn't help but twitch a few times, thinking: There are so many dramas when entering the door, and it's really stupid.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" She clanged her knuckles and stared at him expressionlessly.

"Get gentle and get rid of it, don't break the bone." After Lu Yan complained, he walked up to her with great fear of death, his light-colored eyes filled with a pleasing smile, "I want to die of ecstasy."

Seeing his face full of beating, Bu Yao slapped her backhand, and he moved faster. After capturing her rebellious hand with one hand, the other hand behind her finally reached out.

A beautiful red rose appeared in front of her like a magic trick, and was accompanied by his cold voice: "I won't be angry if I take my rose."

"Sorry, I don't want to accept it." Bu Yao snorted coldly, and turned his face proudly, thinking that she would not bow for a rose.

"Hiss-" He suddenly gasped.

Bu Yao turned his face angrily, "So what's wrong?"

"The thorns are pricked."

Bu Yao frowned, took the rose and put it down, and pulled his hand: "Let me see."

She lowered her eyes, pulled his hand and began to look for the so-called "wound". Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with the frequency of blinking, making him feel itchy.

He bent down unconsciously and approached little by little.

"You lied to me again." Bu Yao was about to raise his eyes and glar at him when he bumped into his eyes with affection and his lips that were close to him.

"Be good, close your eyes."

Perhaps because of desire, his voice was a little silenced, which made her involuntarily close her eyes.

His kiss then fell on her eyelids, with a little restraint and tolerance, and then she heard him chuckling in her ear, and her tone was full of pride: "I knew you would accept it."

Bu Yao: "..." What to do? I still want to hit him.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, he rubbed her neck affectionately and said softly: "Be good, don't be angry."

His eyes were pitiful, like a large stuffed animal, and Bu Yao felt soft-hearted in an instant.

"My waist was almost broken by the dining table." She flattened her mouth and began to accuse him of his crime.

Lu Yan rubbed her head, "Be good, I'll find a softer place next time."

"Do you want to have a next time?" Bu Yao glared at him.

But someone shamelessly hugged her and smiled wickedly: "Besides next time, there are many more times."

"I want to stab you to death with the thorns now." Bu Yao gave him a blank look, "Let go and whoever you like to hug you."

"No, I don't want to hug anyone except you."

When the waiter came in, he saw such a picture. One of the two men sat on the chair with no desire, the other stood beside her and folded their bodies to ninety degrees, and hugged her tightly.

Seeing this made her sigh: The boy is so handsome.

Then she looked at her nose and her heart, put the dessert on it and then removed it.

Recognizing the waiter's eyes, Bu Yao couldn't bear it and kicked him, "Let go quickly, it's very embarrassing brother."

"I'm just thinking about sleeping with you, but you treat me as a brother?" Lu Yan said coldly, "But relax."
Chapter completed!