Raising Wolves

Without drinking, Lu Qing felt that he was also a little drunk.

In this room full of traces of his existence, which Ning Juan carefully gathered together and treasured, and spent three years with him in the cold and empty room, he suddenly felt that something broke in his mind, his lips moved, and he didn't know What did I think about, and what did I respond to.

It seems that there is only a vague answer, there is no clear promise or rejection, but the negative meaning is weaker.

The force holding him suddenly increased a lot, and immediately he was pressed on the shelf, causing the clamp to sway. Ning Juan protected him with one arm, pinching his chin, with a slight smell of alcohol The hot kiss fell down.

Lu Qing was forced to taste Ning Juan's breath, and frowned, almost breathless.

Ning Juan smiled, "Huaixue, I'm so happy that you didn't reject me."

Lu Qingze pressed his fingers against the shelf behind him, his fingertips turned white, and seeing Ning Juan's happy face, he thought dizzily: It's just that he didn't refuse...he didn't immediately agree either.

But another voice in his heart answered him: because you no longer refuse.

The red line of vigilance in his heart dropped another frame silently.