High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 913 He is a dignified young master, turning over old accounts?

And finally to the corners of the lips.

Until the lips and teeth meet at the end...

Lin Zhaoxia's brain seemed to explode with fireworks.

A blank area.

Time passed slowly and seemed to go quickly.

Until Lin Zhaoxia felt that she couldn't keep up with her breathing, and the oxygen in her lungs was almost gone.

The other party had just evacuated, but she was rubbing her ears and temples in an instant. The deep and magnetic voice was laughing softly, and the breath she exhaled slowly carried the largest current, hitting her already sensitive ears, "...it turns out This person who promised to be superior has not even learned how to kiss? The next time you kiss, remember to breathe."

Lin Zhaoxia sucked in her breath, her twinkling eyes were narrowed, and her eyes were filled with mist.

But the young man has always been good at making unreasonable words, "This shows that you can't do it, beauty~"

That deliberate tone was provocative and evil.

But it made Yang Moyan just want to imprison him in his arms, and no one wanted to take another look.

He narrowed his dark green pupils, suppressed his dangerous thoughts, and finally everything returned to normal.

The arm was withdrawn, and the noble and indifferent eyes returned.

The breath of abstinence also became stronger.

Yang Moyan spread out his palms, right in front of Lin Zhaoxia's eyes.

This made Lin Zhaoxia, who had just regained consciousness, raised her eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

"Arm here. Does the burn still hurt?"

Hearing Yang Moyan's words, Lin Zhaoxia passed her arm over.

Porcelain white arms, skin like fine jade.

The lighting of the lights seems to be exuding a faint glow, giving the whole body a sense of beauty.

Maybe that ointment is just too good.

In other words, the juvenile self-healing function is relatively powerful.

In short, the arm that was still red and swollen was completely gone at this time, and even the swollen skin was intact.

In the end, all that was left was the small part with some scars.

Faint scars did not affect anything much.

Lin Zhaoxia discovered it when she was washing up just now.

His arm seemed to be fine.

This time the recovery function is very powerful.

She retracted her arm, tidied up the sleeves that were rolled up when she left the room just now, her arm didn't hurt anymore, and Lin Zhaoxia didn't care about it anymore, "It's okay. The young master's self-healing function has always been strong. This small injury What kind of."

"Really?" Young Master Yang said calmly with a pale face, "I don't know who it was. Back then, the pain in the wrist directly passed out, and the healing function is powerful?"

Lin Zhaoxia felt like she saw a ghost on the spot!

His majestic young master turned over old accounts?
As if to verify what she said from the bottom of his heart, Young Master Yang was quite generous, his eyes flicked across her face, his attitude and tone were quite casual, full of ridicule.

He rushed towards her face, and he slapped her face unexpectedly: "..."

But after that, Yang Moyan didn't say much anymore, but took advantage of the situation and pulled the young man's wrist.

Because Yang Moyan vaguely heard the boy's stomach rumbling.

When he took her downstairs, the head cook just happened to come over with two plates of freshly made supper.

At this time 09:30 in the evening.

Lin Zhaoxia's eyes lit up.

Probably really hungry.

Except for being dragged by Yang Moyan to treat the serious wound on the fingertips before eating those suppers, applying some ointment, and finally getting a Bondi.

Lin Zhaoxia's supper was the best one she had ever enjoyed.

Probably slept a little too much before this.

It's past ten o'clock after supper.

Yang Moyan chased Lin Zhaoxia to let her go upstairs to rest.

But Lin Zhaoxia didn't feel sleepy at all, she just nestled on the sofa, hugged a pillow, occupied the remote control by the way, without squinting, and was extremely lazy, and began to search for TV programs.

(End of this chapter)