"Brother, you smell so sweet" Lan Sang's voice was as magnetic as electricity, with a slight heat, spraying on the cochlea.
Mu Ran's face turned pale, and he asked 527 tremblingly: [527, Lan Sang, Lan Sang, he eats people? ¡¿
527, who hadn't seen him for a long time, smiled slightly: [Host, yes. The male protagonist not only eats fish, but also the same kind~ Why don't the host guess where the six sisters who were supposed to look for the little mermaid went today? ¡¿
The joking and ridiculing words give people a sense of yin and yang with a smile on the surface.
Mu Ran's mind went blank for two seconds.
How did the system become like this?
Then, after understanding the meaning of 527's words, Mu Ran felt a little weak.
His legs trembled, and he squeezed out an ugly smile: "Lan, Lan Lanhow, how did you become like this?"
Like a large animal, Lansang sniffed and rubbed against Muran's neck.
The soft hair stuck on Muran's cheek, itching.
Mu Ran only felt that his hair was like a knife.
My heart was beating wildly with fright.
Lan Sang raised his head, took a deep breath, and seemed to recall: "Brother, why do you care so much?"
Lan Sang's voice was low and sweet, and his sloppy tone and attitude made Mu Ran want to cry.
It's over, it's over, does Lan Sang think that there is nothing to say about food?
"Heh, heh" Mu Ran squeezed out an ugly smile.
There was cold sweat on his forehead.
Lan Sang tilted her head, raised her hand in doubt, and gently wiped off the sweat for Mu Ran with her cold fingertips: "Brother, are you so hot?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Mu Ran was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
The words said so, but the sweat on the forehead fell more fiercely.
The sticky sweat stains stuck to his hands, but Lan Sang didn't dislike them, and even sniffed them closely, wrinkling his nose.
Mu Ran swallowed hard.
He deeply felt that his life was threatened.
"Brother, even the sweat is sweet" Lan Sang narrowed her eyes slightly, and fixedly looked at Mu Ran's eyes.
The pupils of the peach blossom eyes are full of water mist, as delicate as the drawn eyes, with a gentleness that I don't know.
It's not good to be exciting.
Lan Sang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and she bent her lips and smiled: "I don't know if my brother's tears are also sweet."
Some hooligan words transitioned into others in Mu Ran's mind.
Mu Ran's pupils vibrated slightly.
Lan Sang actually wanted to torture him before eating him? ? ?
After the words fell, Lan Sang finally made a move.
Grab Mu Ran's hand and press it on his flat chest.
One second, two seconds, three seconds passed, and a string of ellipsis seemed to be skipped in the air, and the picture appeared strangely silent.
Mu Ran tilted his head: "?"
The flustered mood calmed down because of Lansang's inexplicable actions.
Lan Sang stared at Mu Ran's face, and said, "Why isn't brother shy anymore?"
As he spoke, he took Muran's hand away and patted it on his chest again.
The smooth and smooth chest is unusually strong and powerful.
The pure white skirt was stretched by Lan Sang, and it was hooked on the naked body.
Half exposed his upper body.
Lan Sang ground her teeth, as if she was angry and dissatisfied, she took Mu Ran's hand away and pressed it on his chest again.
Repeatedly.
Mu Ran was a little sleepy, he yawned, with tears in his eyes: "Lan Lan, what are you doing?"
"Brother, don't you like me?" Her voice was hoarse and grinding, full of grievances. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com