Heartthrob Dressed as a Bitter Gourd Alpha [female A male O]

Chapter 23

Chapter 23 023

    The man who was least likely to appear in the research room tonight suddenly appeared before his eyes.

    Meng Ling was stunned for ten seconds, then supported the ground with one hand, and broke free from his arms.

    She moved very slowly, pushing his arm away, not looking as crisp as before.

    Her overly dark eyes are reflected in the transparent three-dimensional glass frame in front, which is one degree deeper than the surrounding night.

    The materials that Chen Qiming asked Meng Ling to take away were in the glass shelf three meters away in front of him.

    Meng Ling frowned, the pheromone hidden in the blood was resurgent and breaking through the blood vessels.

    She couldn't stay in this place any longer.

    Meng Ling took a deep breath and forcibly looked away, hoping to use this coolness to urge herself to make the most correct decision.

    It's a pity that the two slender legs seemed to be stuck to the ground, and they couldn't move at all.

    From time to time, the sound of Mei Ping and the two exhaling could be heard.

    Meng Ling closed her eyes angrily, clenched her fingers, and looked back at the man behind her.

    He was a little absent-minded, with a rather blunt arc at the end of his eyes, staring at the ground, sweat dripping down his chiseled face onto the ground.

    The black shirt was tightly attached to her body. Sensing her emotions, Xie Nuocheng silently leaned forward. When she bent down, her beautiful abdominal muscles were clearly displayed.

    Meng Ling squinted her eyes, which gradually darkened. She stretched out her hand, circled her fingers in mid-air, and finally curled them back.

    The man's eyes were bright, and there was a sense of temptation to endure the danger of collapse.

    Meng Ling swallowed her saliva, took another step back unobtrusively, and bumped against the corner of the table.

    The table shook twice, making a small sound.

    The person who was exercising not far from the archives paused.

    Xie Xinglan pricked up his ears, and there was confusion in his round eyes: "Meimei, there is a voice."

    "There are mice in the newly built laboratory of the Federal University, Xinglan, are you comfortable?"

    "Yes." The

    voice in front was intermittent , occasionally mixed with a few harsh words.

    Meng Ling withdrew her gaze, breathed heavily, and looked at Xie Nuocheng.

    His complexion was not very good, and he bit his thin lips tightly, as if he wanted to use this action to stop himself from making a sound.

    After eavesdropping on the corner for so long, now this person is afraid.

    Meng Ling rubbed her forehead irritably.

    She lowered her voice and asked, "Why are you here?"

    Xie Nuocheng blushed at the end of his eyes. He was tall at 1.85 meters, with long legs curled up aggrievedly, and squatted.

    He stared at her absent-mindedly, his dark brown eyes fell on her face like substance, mixed with restraint and forbearance, and the danger of impending collapse.