Huang Mao and Zi Mao glanced at each other, shouted cheeringly, and both rushed forward- A fist landed Ou Jue's handsome face.
And Oujue, there is no intention of fighting back at all!
His head was deflected, and he maintained the posture of being sideways and his face was deflected, and his angular face seemed to be filled with deep shadows.
"Don't-" Xi Yan's eyes widened, and her brain exploded with a bang, and it went blank.
Brother Mang was waiting for Ou Jue's "softness", raised his eyebrows and said, "Young Master Ou, if you can't bear it, just admit that you don't like her, as long as you admit it, I will immediately ask my subordinates to stop beating." ” As he spoke, several more fists fell on Ou Jue.
He lowered his eyes, and the broken hair on his forehead blocked his eyes, and he couldn't see his expression at this moment.
But the corners of his thin mouth pulled out a sarcastic arc, "Heh." ” Brother Mang was very unhappy, "Keep beating!"
” He'd come to see how long he could hold out!
Xiyan shook her head, tears piling up in her eyes unconsciously.
She didn't cry when she realized she had been kidnapped.
But when he saw Ou Jue's appearance, he couldn't control his tears.
"Oujue, you just admit it, I will understand, really, I ask you to admit it quickly......"
Brother Mang picked up a piece of watermelon again, and casually spat out the watermelon seeds, "Admit it or not?"
” Although his face was colorful, he added a touch of wildness and ruffian to him, who was cold and noble on weekdays.
Unspeakably cool.
Ou Jue's expression was indifferent, and his thin lips opened slightly, "I like it." ” Huang Mao punched him in the stomach again, "It seems that the fight is not heavy enough!"
How dare you say it again?!
Hurry up and admit it!
” "I like it."
Firm, persistent.
A few people were dumbfounded, they didn't expect Ou Jue to be so tough at all.
Just die and don't change your mind.
"You have to be soft today and say you don't like it, otherwise we will beat you until you vomit blood, you think about it!"
Ou Jue's hand was clenched into a fist, his eyes like a sea of stars were rippling, the line of his chin was tight, and he repeated again, "I like Xia Xiyan." ” Xiyan's tears kept rolling.
After repeating a few "likes" in a row, he couldn't help it.
A sucker.
Oujue, this idiot!!
Her voice was a little choked and growled, "You have a problem with your brain, don't you?"
Why do you have to admit death?
Admit that you don't like it, do you want to be so stubborn?
I said I wouldn't mind, can't you fool them?!
” "Because ......," Ou Jue raised his obsidian eyes and looked at Xi Yan, "I don't want to lie to myself. ” I don't want to lie to myself.
In a word, Xiyan's tears burst out of his eyes.
He's a Lord.
That dress is always spotless, and even the buttons of the shirt will be meticulously tied to the neckline of the noble young master.
Now, it's not like him......
Xiyan cried and couldn't speak.
At this moment, I felt Oujue's love for myself like it for a long time.
So intense.
"Stupid, what are you crying about?"
Ou Jue's eyes were deep, and his voice was hoarse, "Young Master Ben can't wipe your tears now, can he?"
Don't cry!
” "I'm going to cry, if you don't admit it again, I'll keep crying, crying to death!!"
Xiyan twitched, her shoulders shaking, "I don't want to see you being beaten, don't ......"