Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 247: Di Moxuan, do you like me?
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Di Mo Xuanjunyi's eyebrows are slightly hooked, and the evil charm is as beautiful as an enchanting face, and because of the flying look under his eyes, there is a little more charm.
A man can show his style and laziness so vividly, without losing his fortitude, and the innate tendency to look at the world.
Under the world, I am afraid that only Emperor Moxuan is the only one.
"Forgot...how did you call me?" Di Moxuan lowered his head, and his long arms once again fished Ye Qingluo into his arms.
Ye Qingluo's cheeks became hot, and her face became even hotter when she thought of the "A Xuan" he had asked him to call.
"Forget it, then it will remind you."
As soon as the voice fell, Ye Qingluo's body lightened, and the man's arms around his waist were tightened.
He has leaned down and covered her lips.
Gentle and deep, extremely lingering.
It seems that all the emotions are melted in this kiss.
Yeqing's nose is full of men's strong sandalwood fragrance.
There was a bang in my head, completely blank.
The blush on the face seemed to spread throughout the body and mind, and a slight enthusiasm ignited all over the body.
The two men are flying in ink, intertwined, and their fingers are tightly clasped, which seems to indicate that they will be entangled for generations to come.
Di Mo Xuanhuan's arm around her waist is wrapped tighter.
His lips moved slowly to Ye Qingluo's ears, his breathing was heavy and burning: "Call me."
The low-pitched voice, with a certain depressed mood, made Ye Qingluo's eyes more blurred.
Her beautiful body was almost hung in Di Moxuan's arms, lying on his chest, listening to her heartbeat, there was his uniquely charming whisper.
Ye Qingluo thought, I am afraid that no one in the world can escape this temptation.
The slender fingers clenched the man's shirt subconsciously.
In my mind, a decision is formed.
She is not the kind of person who likes to struggle and think alone.
In her world, there is either black or white, and there is no intermediate color.
Like is like, hate is hate, she doesn't like to guess.
Because of this, Ye Qingluo raised her head after the decision was made, and the stream of light in her charming eyes revealed a bit of seriousness and seriousness.
"Di Moxuan, do you like me?"
The man's dark eyes reflect her face.
Ye Qingluo can feel the warm sweat oozing out of her palms, she can feel her tender body tight and trembling slightly.
Tense.
Full of nervousness, waiting for Di Moxuan's answer.
No one has ever broken such ambiguity between her and Di Moxuan.
Ye Qingluo didn't want to go on like this with him.
Like is like.
If they don’t like it, they should change the way they get along.
Otherwise...
Her heart will really be moved by Di Mo Xuan.
If you don't love, then cut off all possibilities as soon as possible.
Keeping friends is good for both of you in this way.
Di Mo Xuanhuan's hand on her waist loosened.
The black eyes that are as devastating as black obsidian, staring at Ye Qingluo, are slightly deep.
He didn't speak, and Ye Qingluo didn't urge.
For a long while, it was not until the college bell rang that Ye Qingluo calmed down the tension in his heart, and shook his five fingers: "Think about the relationship between us and continue to get along."
"See you next time, I will wait for your answer."
She hooked her thin lips slightly, and pulled out the wooden sign representing her information from her waist, and handed it to Di Moxuan: "Help me move my hands and feet to cover up my profound stage."
This wooden sign will be updated once a day.
Replace the information of the person who owns the wooden sign in time.
If it were discovered by the academy, she had been promoted from the ninth stage of Huang Xuan to the fourth stage of Xuan Xuan overnight.
It will definitely attract the attention of the college.
At that time, Ye Qingqian will report to the college again...