His way

ruan Mengmeng, " li junyu suddenly called her name. His deep voice was lazy and magnetic.

He was like a noble who had walked out of a medieval painting.

At this moment, he was sitting diagonally in front of the bed, his long legs casually crossed, and he looked at her with deep eyes.

Ruan Mengmeng even suspected that li junyu was of foreign descent. Otherwise, how could he have such sharp and deep facial features like a mixed-blood?

Hearing him call her, she looked over in a daze.

She happened to see the man's slender index finger gently rubbing against his thin lips.

here, " li junyu said as he tapped his finger on his thin lips. He lifted his chin and looked at her with his cold and handsome eyes. you kissed me just now.

"So, if there's a bad person, it's you, not me."

I ran, I ran. ruan Mengmeng's face turned red again, and she could not even complete a sentence.