The door on the top floor was pushed open, Liu Mu pulled Mu Ran all the way to the top floor unimpeded.
Looking at the empty attic, Mu Ran felt even more uneasy.
He carefully put his hand into his pocket and moved.
"Mianmian, do you like it?" Liu Mu stopped and asked abruptly.
"What?" Mu Ran continued his words calmly.
Liu Mu let go of his hand, and walked slowly behind Mu Ran.
Mu Ran didn't dare to move, for fear that something about himself would cause dissatisfaction with the people in front of him.
Liu Mu looked at the soft and clean back of Mu Ran's neck with dim eyes.
He gently put his hand on the back of Mu Ran's neck, caressing it with his slightly cool fingertips.
With cold hands touching the soft flesh of his neck back and forth, Mu Ran swallowed, feeling goose bumps.
"Mian Mian, do you like it?" Liu Mu took Mu Ran's gaze and looked towards the tall building not far away.
The teaching building is not too high, but standing on the top floor can see all the scenes in the eyes.
The warm wind blows along the cheeks, and the mood seems to be much better because of this wind.
Mu Ran couldn't figure out what Liu Mu wanted him to answer, so after thinking about it for a while, Mu Ran answered "I don't like it" for his own sake.
"Don't like it?" Liu Mu's hands stopped, he smiled softly, tilted his head, and looked at Mu Ran's side face, "Why don't you like it? Is it because you are afraid that I will push you down the stairs?"
Mu Ran shuddered, and the hairs all over his body exploded.
Willow really intends to do this?
Mu Ran's lips collapsed into a straight line and he did not speak.
Liu Mu stared at him for a while, the smile on his lips faded a lot: "I knew from the beginning that Mianmian couldn't be so obedient."
What do these words mean?
Mu Ran was puzzled.
Could it be that Liu Mu guessed that he would cut his hair?
"Where is the gift I gave you?" Liu Mu changed the subject and suddenly asked about this.
Thinking of the headband that he never wanted to see in the back of a certain cabinet, Mu Ran replied: "I forgot it at home."
"Did you forget it at home, orthrow it away?" Liu Mu's voice was light and fluttering, without the slightest ups and downs, and it sounded inexplicably dangerous.
Mu Ran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he replied obediently: "I didn't throw it away."
Where did he dare to throw it.
He was afraid that if he really threw it away, Liumu would really be out of control with seventy malicious points.
So at most, the hair rope was stuffed into the depths of the cabinet.
"It doesn't matter."
Unexpectedly, Liu Mu was not angry, and his beautiful peach eyes narrowed into a slit, "It doesn't matter if you throw it away, I still have a lot. If you throw one, I'll give you one."
Gentle words, with an irresistible beak.
This kind of performance is the scariest.
Because you can never guess what he thinks.
Cold sweat oozed from Mu Ran's forehead.
Willow He can't see through it, and he can't guess it.
"Mianmian, don't you want to be obedient?" Liu half sighed in favor, half helplessly.
In his raised hand, he held the somewhat bulky black-cased smartphone in Mu Ran's pocket.
A sense of suffocation welled up in his heart, and Mu Ran lost control of his facial expressions.
Liu Mu tapped with his fingertips, and deleted the recording that had been recording just now.
Even the ones in the recycle bin were not missed.
Thoughtful, as if everything is under his control. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com