Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3115 Rebirth Fate: You are my heartbeat (70)

   "Absolutely."

   "People who disliked girls for eight hundred years can fall into the mortal world. Tsk tsk tsk, love is really magical, tsk tsk."

  When the boy opened the door, he could see the figure on the sofa.

Jiang Yuyan bends his slender and beautiful eyes slightly, and stepped forward. Because of the race just now, the young boy’s white forehead has a little glistening sweat, and it slides down the side lines, looking **** and bewitching, with an evil beauty. Confused.

  The girl seems to be sitting there quietly, sitting upright and upright, like a benchmark, unable to fault it.

  But it just feels different.

  Jiang Yuyan picked up the delicate dark eyebrows, and walked over, "Miss?"

  The young man stood in front of dyed white, tall, slender, handsome and abstinent, and with a bit of cynicism.

The girl half-squinted those hazy peach eyes like looking at flowers in the mist, her eyes shattered and drunk, she looked at the teenager in front of her, as if seeing two shadows in a daze, she tilted her head and straightened. Hougou stared at Jiang Yuyan.

   Such a light and quiet appearance, very much like a newly born kitten.

  Jiang Yuyan's subconscious heart palpitations, his heartbeat missed half a beat.

  Moyue is not used to looking up. The girl stretched out her slender white fingers, gently grabbed a sleeve of the boy, and yanked it down. The strength was neither light nor heavy, but she seemed to fall on the cusp of a person's heart.

  Jiang Yuyan's tongue touched his upper jaw, and he leaned down with the strength of the white accommodatingly, half-kneeled in front of the girl, and met the drunk peach eyes at close range.

  Juvenile wondering: "How can I still get drunk..."

  He looked sideways and glanced at the tabletop, his eyes finally stopped on the bottle of wine that had been pulled apart by someone, and the smell of wine was faintly permeated in the air.

  Jiang Yuyan: "……"

  I got drunk only after drinking so little, Miss Sister is not good.

  The young man gave a low laugh, and Xie Ning was very sultry again, and asked Ranbai: "Who am I?"

   Dye Bai tilted his head to look at him.

  Jiang Yuyan also tilted his head and looked at Dye Bai.

  The two people looked at each other for a long time, their eyes intertwined.

  No one spoke.

"It seems to be drunk and not light." Jiang Yuyan sighed softly and muttered to himself. He only thought it was cute. When the girl was drunk, she was a bit less cold and childish than usual. Contrast cute.

The young man bends those narrow and deep eyes, as if they are full of stars, softly speaking, and whispering to coax, the words are like the sound of a heartbeat, and they are magnetic and squirming: "Is it a good idea to take you home? good?"

Ran Bai stared at Jiang Yuyan for a long time.

  No one knows what she is thinking.

   Just when Jiang Yuyan didn’t have any hope of getting a response, the girl suddenly stretched out her hand, and a syllable came out coldly: "Hug."

  The voice was slightly dumb after being drunk in the air-cold, and it fell on Jiang Yuyan's ears and on his heart.

  The youth's eyes darkened a bit, as if the end of the ocean could not be seen. He paused, and suddenly laughed. Merry again, "Hug you."

  When I left here,

  Others all smiled and said that Jiang Yuyan was good.

  Only Jiang Yuyan knows,

  Where he came from is Liang, it is clearly the person who dyed white.

  The road from here to home is neither too close nor too far,

  In fact, you can drive people back directly, but Jiang Yuyan is always so selfish.

  It’s really hard to see someone who is drunk and dyed white, so it’s even rarer to take the initiative to hug.

  Jiang Yuyan just wanted to take this person step by step towards the way home.

  The dark ink sky is vast and boundless, stars circle the moon, dotted with stars, falling into the stars all night.

  The cold wind whizzed past and rolled up the icy cold snow, which fell on the boy one after another.

On the street that is so long that you can't see the end, it seems that there is no end. The night is quiet and cold and empty. On both sides of the road, only the old dilapidated street lamps emit dim light and fall on the ground, and the brilliance spreads to the distance. .

  The two shadows on the ground stretched obliquely, overlapping each other, and the shadows were fascinating.

  The slender and arrogant teenager carried the drunk **** his back, and walked far away in the cold, clear and gentle moonlight.

The girl’s exquisite jade chin gently pressed against the boy’s cold and beautiful shoulder line. With a little movement, the peach-colored lips inadvertently brushed the boy’s neck, as if a soft kiss was dropped, and the breath passed him. In the ears, the light breath entangled Jiang Yuyan's ears, and it was burning with temperature.

  White-dyed hands lightly circle Jiang Yuyan, slender fingers still hooked to the boy's snow-colored collar, occasionally touching the cold and delicate skin and the arc of cold hard and delicate collarbone.

  She was drunk and fascinated, completely treating the teenager in front of her as her only support, with a bit of childishness, and gently blown into Jiang Yuyan's ear like a prank, and then smiled crookedly.

  Jiang Yuyan's body was completely stiff, he didn't dare to move a bit, and he was greedy for this kind of silk, and walked forward without a word.

  Ranbai whispered his name, still drunk, but when he said the name, the words were clearly and unbelievably clear, and every word was paused: "Jiang Yuyan."

   "So you remember me." The boy chuckled lightly, his eyes bright.

  The rose fragrance on the girl's body, carrying a slightly drunken spirit of wine, lingered around the young man in the wind of that winter night, intoxicating and unknowingly, continuing to call: "Jiang Yuyan."

"Um."

   "Jiang Yuyan."

"here I am."

   "Jiang Yuyan."

"I am here."

  Amid the endless repetition of the white dyeing and the ever-impatient response of the teenager, the two walked into the distance with the moonlight.

  This evening, the moon is bright and clear, and the wind is gentle.

  The boy embraced the moon and his whole world.

  Only later...

  I don’t know how long it took, but Ranbai suddenly asked him: "How many sounds?"

   "Fifty one beep."

  The voice of the boy's falling is low and indifferent, clear and sweet, like notes jumping on the fingertips, floating in the cold wind.

  "Jiang Yuyan..." When Ranbai spoke clearly again such a name.

The boy's pace suddenly stopped, and then quickly put down the **** his body, turned around, and leaned the person against the street lamp next to him, with long eyelashes covering his deep squiggly eyes, and his sweet bewitching thin lips kissed the girl heavily. Lips!

  Followed by a light fragrance and richness, it is reassuring.

Among them, the fierce and aggressive possessiveness is the heartbeat of a young person and the chaotic heartbeat and the hot temperature. His voice is a little hazy between the entanglement of lips and teeth, and it is low and dumb, but it is still clear, exciting, every word It is enough to remember the whole world on such a winter night.

   "Jiang Yuyan likes Ju Bai, remember."

  The distance between the two is close at hand.

  Ranbai is behind an icy street lamp, and in front of her is the boy covering her.

  (End of this chapter)