The fingers of the hand in sight are slender, with clear and unobtrusive joints. There is a small bright red mole on the side of the index finger. On such excessively pale skin, it shows a bit of enchantment. When exerting such force, the wrist bones

Slightly convex, submerged under the narrow sleeves of Qingyi.

It was a hand she knew all too well.

Even with her eyes closed, she could outline the outline of this hand.

"Senior sister." The voice that sounded in her ear was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing her, and also seemed to sigh a little: "Don't look at it yet."

Yu Bieye stood beside her. He was in a hurry. A few strands of his forehead were soaked with sweat and clung to his forehead and temples. His clothes, which did not fit so well, were blown up by the wind, carrying him along.

The temperature of the body and the tips of the long hair.

Once again, contamination wrapped around Ning Chan.

There was a dark golden light flowing in his eyes. The hand pressing on the red umbrella was as beautiful as before. The fingers of the hand behind his back moved slightly and made a rolling gesture towards the void.

If Ning Chan turned around at this moment, she would be able to see that the demonic aura that was spreading toward her like a ghost from the sea of ​​flowers suddenly stopped in mid-air, and was quietly locked back as if afraid of something.

Ning Chan didn't care about the evil spirits and didn't say anything.

She stared at Yu Bieye's hand, which became whiter and more beautiful against the backdrop of the crimson umbrella, for a moment.

Then he cursed secretly in his heart.

Such a small thing couldn't be done well.
Chapter completed!