Shen Liang left her with the impression that he was mature, prudent, meticulous, and a soul who was tactful and indifferent to everything.
She thinks so.
But really?
She looked sideways, and was suddenly curious about the man in front of her.
His girlfriend took the money and ran away. He didn't care at all, as if he wasn't his girlfriend.
He is not angry, angry, disappointed, crazy, or even cares.
Why?
What does he care?
Qin Yu wanted to ask, but he felt that the current relationship seemed impossible to ask.
They are not lovers with deep feelings, but married couples who need to cultivate feelings.
When Shenliang heard her words, he slowly turned his head. His black eyes were like ink, and there was a flicker in them.
Qin Yu fluffed the cigarette ash skillfully, with a kind of gentle and cold taste. It doesn't make people feel greasy and annoying at all.
She blinked her misty eyes. Subconsciously, she took a puff.
Looking up at him again, I was just about to pass the smoke in my hand. Suddenly, my eyes were dark, and the broad figure blocked all the light in front of me.
Before she could react, he bent down and leaned over. His cool lips covered her lips. The tip of his tongue was slightly hooked. I don't know what magic he had. She subconsciously opened her lips.
The smoke left in her mouth was tasted by him one by one. Her movements were gentle, but with an irresistible compulsion.
Cigarettes lingered from his lips until he could no longer taste the taste of cigarettes, and then he could simply loosen them.
Without any idea, as if just to taste.
Qin Yu frowned. Standing there, he felt his head was dizzy.
There was no sound around. The two people were immersed in the dark, as if they were not embarrassed.
Silence, then keep silent. No one wants to break it.
Shen Liang smiled a little, and his voice was hoarse: