Rose with Snow [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 15

A few simple words were spit out from Huaixu's mouth, knocking on Song Yingshi's tympanic membrane, and there was a wave of cold ripples.

She lost her mind for a moment, then met Huaixu's eyes and blurted out:

"Are you angry?"

"No."

Song Yingshi nodded.

She also felt that Huaixu had no reason to be angry.

But when she saw Huaixu's eyes that made her seem to understand, the words broke out like this.

Song Yingshi had no intention of spying on Huaixu's thoughts. She answered the previous question:

"As long as it makes you happy."

Huaixu smiled at her, her smile still cold.

She was sitting leaning on the desk, but now she stood up straight and stretched her arms to open the closet.

It was full of Huaxu clothes, almost all of which were purchased by Song Yingshi back and forth, and most of the tags have not been picked.

Huaixu's fingertips crossed the clothes. When she didn't look at Song Ying, her words were cold and cold:

"Choose one and put it on."

Song Yingshi obediently stepped forward, Huaixu asked her to choose, and she chose carefully. Favorite style.

In the end, she chose a red velvet V-neck dress with a tag that was above the knee.

Song Yingshi took this skirt into the bathroom.

The bathroom was very clean. Song Yingshi changed her skirt in twos and then went out.

Opened the door but saw Huaixu right in front of the door, blocking the road tightly.

Huaixu's net height was only one or two centimeters higher than Song Yingshi's. I don't know if it was Song Yingshi's psychological effect. At this time, Huaixu caused her a strong sense of oppression.

She opened her mouth, closed it again, turned her eyes away, and fell into the mirror in front of the sink.

Seeing her own figure in the mirror.

Huaixu followed her to look over, and the eyes of the two met in the mirror.

Huaixu only stopped for a while, his eyes flowed like water on the mirror, and it also flowed over Song Ying's exquisite body that was contoured by the skirt.

Waiting for Song Yingshi's chest to become suffocated, she realized that she did not know when she subconsciously held her breath.

The look in Huaixu's eyes was shocking.

But this kind of powerful aura aroused Song Yingshi's desire to "play against each other", and she didn't like to fall under the wind in this kind of confrontation.

Song Yingshi stroked the inside of her lower lip with a bright smile on her lips, and asked Huaixu in the mirror:

"Do I look good in a red dress?"

Huaixu didn't answer directly, and said, "What do you think?"

Song Yingshi tilted her head, her soft long hair slid down her shoulders, her tone was as if she was acting coquettishly, and as

if she was commanding: "I want you to say it."

Huaixu then retracted her gaze, and she withdrew from the bright white mirror back into the shadow of the door frame. The line of sight swept Song Yingshi from beginning to end.