Male God, a Little Su

With bare feet, the girl was almost lying on the carpet, her voice was soft and sweet, and she was teasing the cat that belonged to him.

The voices of one person and one cat are one after another.

I don't know who is more spoiled.

He pushed on his glasses, his black pupils swept across Su Yan's fair and flawless calf, and the soft light covered her with a layer of tulle, a small ball.

Lu Jingming suddenly retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and said solemnly, "Xiao Hei, come out!"

"Meow!"

Su Yan laughed, feeling inexplicably that Xiao Hei understood Lu Jingming's words and was refusing.

"Don't go out? Then confiscate your dried fish."

"Meow meow meow!"

Xiao Hei is even more frizzy.

Su Yan knelt on the ground and looked back, looking at Lu Jingming, who was serious about reasoning with Xiao Hei, coughed and said, "Sir, come in and catch it yourself, it may be frightened."

Saying that, she stood up and stepped aside with the takeaway.

Lu Jingming had never entered a single girl's residence. As soon as he entered, he felt uncomfortable and his back couldn't help tightening.

The line of the jaw is hard, making his face colder and the eyebrows thinner.

"sorry for disturbance."

After that, he walked quickly into the living room, knelt down on one knee, and reached out to grab Xiao Hei under the sofa.

"Meow!!"

"Well--"

Su Yan didn't know what was going on, she heard Lu Jingming's groaning, and then saw a fluffy and soft white ball, jumping out from under the sofa at a very fast speed, and got into her bedroom.

Su Yan was stunned for a moment, put down her chopsticks and walked over quickly, "You...Are you scratched?"

She looked over hesitantly.

The man's palm is wide and thin, with five slender fingers and well-defined joints. There were no accessories on it, and there were a few bloodstains on the back of the hand.

Blood is oozing out continuously.

"Why don't I..."

Su Roan closed her eyes suddenly, and avoided looking directly at Lu Jingming's wound.

The blood on her little face had faded, her pale lips were pursed tightly, she felt her temples twitch, and her eyes darkened.

"Be careful--"

Seeing her fall backwards in a state of embarrassment, Lu Jingming couldn't care less, and hurriedly reached out to stop her before she fell. The back of Su Yan's head hit the palm of his hand.

Avoid close contact with the floor.

"Are you OK?"

It was fine just now, Lu Jingming frowned, "Do you need me to help you dial 120?"

The first impression of Su Yan was that she was too thin and petite.

This led Lu Jingming to suspect that she had some hidden disease.

Su Yan was dizzy, she hurriedly shook her head when she heard the words, pursed her lips and distanced herself from Lu Jingming.

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy..."

She also blamed herself for ignoring these details when investigating the original body's memory.

Lu Jingming breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out a tissue to wipe off the blood on the back of his hand, and quietly carried it behind him to avoid being seen by Su Yan.

After the processing was completed, the two realized how dangerous and ambiguous their distance was.

The light was soft, and Su Yan was almost half lying in the man's arms.

"I'm sorry," Su Yan's eyelids jumped, she immediately pushed him away, and moved aside, "Thank you for what happened just now."

Lu Jingming lowered his eyes, ignoring the flash of loss in his heart.

He shook his head and stood up, his tall and slender body, the moment when he stood up, a thick black shadow blocked the large lights.

It's very oppressive.

"Xiao Hei it—" Lu Jingming pointed to her bedroom, and smiled bitterly, "Maybe it's going to trouble you, it doesn't want to come with me."

She wanted to show Su Yan the wound on her hand, but when she stretched out halfway, she suddenly remembered that she was dizzy and hurriedly hid it again.