Rose with Snow [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 6

The pearly white fabric slipped from the shoulders and necks of Huaxu, and the ivory white skin was as shiny as jade under the warm light.

Like a torn flower pedicle, there is a tendency to fall further.

Song Yingshi rushed forward, hurriedly pulling her skirt back to Huaixu's shoulder.

Huaixu glanced at her lightly: "Don't look at it?"

"..."

Song Yingshi bit her scalp and pretended to be calm and said:

"I'm just kidding you, I'm not the kind of anxious person."

Huaixu was very impatient. Smiled lightly.

Thinking about it carefully, every time Huaixu laughed, she had no good fruit. With a smile now, Song Yingshi was reflexively fainted.

No matter how beautiful Huaixu smiled, she couldn't hold the rose thorn.

Song Yingshi was thinking about it, she didn't dare to look at Huaixu openly, her eyes quietly turned there.

The distance between the two was very close, Huaixu could easily see Song Yingshi's trembling eyelashes.

Song Yingshi grew vigorously from eyebrows to eyelashes, savagely and wildly beautiful.

But when she looked closely, her pupils were clear and shallow, and this hairy flu gave her a unique glutinousness, especially when she vented one or two points of weakness.

Huaixu's gaze crossed Song Yingshi's eyebrows and eyes.

Seeing that Huaixu didn't speak for a while, Song Yingshi licked her lips, and walked away before Huaixu could speak, saying,

"It's getting late, go to bed, I will see you tomorrow."

Huaixu: " Hmm."

Song Yingshi walked to the door of the living room, walked out half-length, and then looked back and took a look.

The night scene of the empty living room and the dim floor-to-ceiling windows behind it was calm and silent, lining Huaixu.

The light rain has not stopped, and the air is damp and cold. Huaixu stood alone, and Song Yingshi could see that she was alone.

But after thinking about it, Huaixu must find her an eyesore and prefer to stay alone.

Song Yingshi waved his hand: "I'm leaving? Good night."

Huaixu didn't expect her to say this, and paused.

After stopping for a while, Song Yingshi opened the door and left.

Hidden missions are demanding, and the rewards are plentiful, giving Song Yingshi a full 72h of life.

Looking at the life balance balance that was no longer so nervous, Song Yingshi tasted the sweetness, and suddenly felt that the task of high shame was not unacceptable.

With the balance, Song Yingshi didn't give up on the task, hoarding his health like a hamster hoarding food, otherwise he would always feel uneasy.

Fortunately, the awkward tasks are not refreshed later, they are simple daily tasks, and it seems that the system also knows that it can't be too much.

After more than half a month, at the beginning of May, half a month before entering the closed training group, Song Yingshi came to the hotel to do tasks as usual.

Downstairs she saw an acquaintance, Xiao Chen, Song Ming's secretary.

Song Yingshi took off his sunglasses and waved at him: