Chapter 187 You Are Mine, I Am Yours

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Long Zhutian pointed to the white nightgown and raised his brows.

Yang Zimei understood that she was forcing her to change the nightgown. If she didn't change it, he wouldn't wear it!

You are cruel!

Yang Zimei rolled his eyes at him, and reluctantly picked up the nightgown and entered the bathroom.

When she got dressed and came out, she saw Long Zhutian wearing a black nightgown half-reclining on the bed, with his neckline open, revealing most of his chest muscles, and two long straight legs that were slightly arched lazily...

Gollum!

Yang Zimei could clearly hear his throat rolling and swallowing...

At this time, Long Zhutian's pupils also lit up——

Yang Zimei, who had put on a white silk nightgown, had long black hair that hung down to her waist, her eyebrows were picturesque, her skin was like white jade, exuding a faint fluorescence, like a nine-day mysterious girl, spotless and fluttering. Desire.

The two looked at each other...

An invisible flame burned in the air, causing the hearts of the two to skip half a beat at the same time, and then beat violently.

Yang Zimei bowed her head shyly...

That charming blush quickly smeared on her white face, like a water lotus, very shy...

"Come and sleep!"

Long Zhutian opened his arms and said solemnly, "I'm sleepy!"

Yang Zimei raised his eyes and looked at him. In order to divert his embarrassment and embarrassment, he picked up the peach wood sign from the table and handed it to him: "Well, this is a magic weapon for you, which can turn evil and block evil."

Long Zhutian's eyes were even brighter, bright blue, like gems.

He sat up, "Tie it up for me."

Yang Zimei walked behind him, wrapped the rope around his neck, her fingers touched his skin, throbbing slightly, making her breathing a little short.

She forced herself to calm down, knotted carefully, and tied the wooden sign around his neck.

Looking at the wooden sign, for some unknown reason, her thoughts suddenly diverged to a little black dog raised by the uncle in the village when she was a child. There was a sign on the neck, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Long Zhutian suddenly pulled his hands back and hugged her waist, making her body stick to his hot back.

Yang Zimei twisted her waist in embarrassment, struggled out, and roared in a low voice, "Be serious, if you do this again, I won't want you to come here in the future."

"Facing you, I don't want to be serious." Long Zhutian arrogantly stretched out his hand again, pulled her into his arms, and sat on his lap, "Anyway, we're already in the same bed, so we can hug and hug her again. so what?"

Yang Zimei:  …

He was right!

The relationship between himself and him is indeed too ambiguous!

"Brows—"

Long Zhutian whispered in her ear, "I recognized you ten years ago!"

Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart was beating violently again...

She raised her eyes and looked at his eager pupils in the dark blue, "Why? Is it because I saved you?"

"No, since I opened my eyes and saw your tiny body, I wanted to protect you all my life."

"this……"

Yang Zimei stepped back from his lap, "We don't seem to be familiar enough with each other, and I don't know how I feel about you."

"I'll wait for you to figure it out slowly! You're mine, and I'm yours too. This is an indisputable fact." Long Zhutian said with certainty.

"Everyone is an independent entity, no one should belong to another." Yang Zimei felt that Long Zhutian's occupancy intention was really strong, which made her a little uneasy, and she really couldn't be sure what she was holding towards Long Zhutian. Feelings.

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