I take paranoia as a victim

Looking at Xiao Cheng's face, from his angle, he could see the curly eyelashes and the high bridge of the nose.

There is no doubt that Xiao Cheng is good-looking.

Compared with Luo Jingshu's appearance, he is a bit colder and sharper. When he smiles, he is warm and moving, but when he is not smiling, he looks a bit cold.

Under the warm light, the sharpness and imposing manner on this face were weakened a bit, giving it a gentle look.

Especially when he looked up at Luo Jingshu, Luo Jingshu couldn't control his gaze, and it fell on Xiao Cheng's slightly darker lips.

He wanted to test whether the grapes were sweet or not.

Luo Jingshu hooked Xiao Cheng's chin with his fingertips, and leaned over to meet his lips.

The two kissed softly in a slightly dim environment.

Xiao Cheng was nervous at the beginning, he only knew how to cooperate stiffly, but later he felt that Nian Nian seemed to be better than him, and Xiao Cheng was aroused to be competitive.

He can't be lost by his wife.

After the kiss was over, Luo Jingshu rubbed the corners of Xiao Cheng's lips with his fingertips, where the corners of Xiao Cheng's lips were made even redder by his teeth biting just now, revealing a bit of color.

Grapes are sweet.

Luo Jingshu was very satisfied, his eyesight was always good, it was not in vain that he had spent so much energy, the facts proved that Xiao Cheng was totally worth it.

Xiao Cheng's ears were red. He wanted to ask Nian Nian why he knew this, but his words indirectly admitted that he was poor in technique. Xiao Cheng hesitated for a moment, but he didn't ask.

Neither of them spoke, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

Until Xiao Cheng's mobile phone in front of him suddenly rang, it was a notification of new news.

He put the phone in front of him to navigate, the screen was vertical, Luo Jingshu only needed to turn his head to see the content on the screen.

He raised his eyes and looked over, his expression suddenly a little cold.

What is displayed on the screen is a WeChat message, and there are two words shining brightly in the nickname: Xie Zhao.

[Xie Zhao: Hello, junior, I am Xie Zhao. 】

Under Luo Jingshu's gaze, a new message popped up on the phone screen again, and it was still from Xie Zhao.

[Xie Zhao: Are you free to come out and meet, let's talk face to face. 】

Luo Jingshu's face suddenly darkened.

The author has something to say: Xie Zhao: It’s me, yes, I’m a love rival (proud)