The villain of Quick Transmigration, he was arched again

Seeing this, Yue Luo turned his head and quickly left in the opposite direction.

However, Ruan Chao behind him seemed to have no intention of following up at all, Yue Luo frowned, but still did not slow down.

However, when he was about to go down the stairs, the phone rang suddenly, and he hesitated for two seconds before picking it up, "..."

"You don't seem to have read my words?" Ruan Chao was careless.

Yue Luo pursed his lips and remained silent.

"That's what I saw." Ruan Chao's voice was indifferent.

Yue Luo suddenly felt that danger was approaching, subconsciously hung up the phone, and went straight down without looking back.

But soon another message came in, and Yue Luo felt dizzy.

He walked a few steps with his head buried, gritted his teeth and stopped, clicked on it, and it was a photo.

Inside is what he looks like when he is asleep.

Yue Luo frowned and zoomed in. In the still high-definition photo, he could be seen sleeping soundly. The belt of the thin solid-color nightgown was unbuttoned, and the skirt was scattered, revealing the upper body that was not covered.

The chest is fair and flat, and it is recognizable at a glance as a boy's chest.

Yue Luo couldn't help but tightened his brows, his face was a bit dull - he probably knew who took this photo secretly.

But he really didn't understand how Ruan Chao could do this.Moreover, why threaten him just like this.

Yue Luo couldn't understand, stared at the photo for a long time, but still turned back unexpectedly.

Back in the dormitory, Ruan Chao had already showered and changed into silk pajamas and pajamas.

The dormitory is breezy and the lights are warm and dim.

After Yue Luo saw Ruan Chao's appearance clearly at this moment, he immediately had the illusion of being nailed in place.

Without him, Ruan Chao's appearance is too perfect.

Glossy and soft black hair is slightly curly, wet on the shoulders, and Ruan Chao is still wiping it casually with a pure gray towel.

Maybe because he heard the sound of the door opening, Ruan Chao glanced at him, his beautiful glass-like pupils were calm, as if he was not the same person who threatened him as viciously as before.

Perhaps seeing the other party's expression that seemed to have no interest, Yue Luo felt much more at ease in his heart, he closed the door, stopped looking at Ruan Chao, walked to his bed and sat down.

But Ruan Chao came over unexpectedly, raised his eyes lightly, and whispered in his ear: "Remember what I said just now, take off all your clothes."

Yue Luo twitched the corner of his mouth: "Are you kidding me?"

"As soon as possible, I don't have much patience." Ruan Chao's low voice came again, and Yue Luo was annoyed and funny: "Even if you have that photo and threaten me, then if you let me do these things, you won't be afraid that I will also leave evidence to threaten you you?"

Hearing this, Ruan Chao smiled, but his eyes were still cold and indifferent: "Leave any evidence."

Her voice was kept low.

Before Yue Luo could answer, Ruan Chao easily pushed him down on the small bed.

The wet hair was hanging down, filled with a cold and rich fragrance, gently scraping Yue Luo's cheeks, bringing out a slight itchiness.

"Do you want me to mark your photo, or simply use your body as evidence?" Ruan Chao asked as he slid his fingers across his waist.

Yue Luo trembled uncontrollably because of the itchy touch, and pursed his lips.

Seeing this, Ruan Chao tilted his head slightly, and raised the corners of his eyes, "It's fine. But now, shouldn't I have some evidence on it first?"

Yue Luo suddenly realized something.

Immediately afterwards, Ruan Chao directly ripped off his coat, and the other party pressed on his waist, took off one piece after another, and threw them to the bed.

In the end, Yue Luo was stripped down to the last piece, gnashing his teeth and staring at the unresistible Ruan Chao.

The other party's response was to lightly droop their eyelashes, brush their long hair, and then leaned over gently with a sense of oppression, his indifferent voice seemed to be approaching from afar: "You know, I can't wait to mark you. "