Chapter 497

The quilt was dark, and Wen's first dyed ear was only the clatter of a man's leather shoes on the floor.

Every step closer hit her heart like a hammer.

I don't know whether it's because it's too stuffy or too nervous. A layer of sweat has penetrated on my forehead.

Finally, the ghostly footsteps stopped, and the next second, the man's voice sounded.

"Who are you?"

Sweet and moving voice, deep and clear, but cold and arrogant without a trace of temperature.

This question is like a king above, hiding a trace of contempt and displeasure.

No matter who it is, it must be amazing to see a person wrapped in the quilt in his bedroom.

Wen churan didn't want to do this, but she was really embarrassed to expose her head and tell others, because she danced a horse riding dance of a ghost animal, but she stuck her head in her helmet.

Why don't you laugh at other people's big teeth for such a wonderful thing?

She felt that the man was staring at herself with a pair of sharp eyes, so she had the cheek to get up from the bed with the quilt on her head.

Then, according to his intuition, he faced the man and gave an awkward smile in the quilt.

“hi～”

“…”

Wen churan can't see the man's expression. Maybe it's anger? Or panic?

Until the man's voice sounded overhead, "who gave you the courage to break into my bedroom?"

She realized that she was so close to him.

Scared, he was about to take two steps back. It seemed that the man misunderstood that she wanted to escape. He stretched out his hand directly and caught her hand hidden in the quilt.

"Ah!"

Wen churan was finally anxious. He directly got rid of the man's control, protected the quilt on his head and began to run out.

He ran and shouted, "sorry, sorry! I'll borrow your quilt first and return it later... "

Before he finished, he hit his head against the hard wall.

The man suddenly stood behind her and began to lift the quilt over her head.

She hurriedly raised her hand to protect it and clung to the quilt.

The man seemed to be completely tied to her. He strangled her neck with one arm from the back and put the other hand directly into the quilt.

Seeing the green onion white jade hand getting closer and closer, he was about to touch the helmet. In a hurry, Wen churan opened his mouth and bit the hand without thinking.

"Hiss..."

The man took a cold breath in pain, was completely angered, and forced to lift the quilt on her head.

With a prick.

The quilt was directly torn in two. After flying around in the air, it slowly fell to the ground.

In an instant, the feathers were floating like snow.

It seems that the whole world has fallen into a pure white.

Time also stops at this beautiful moment.

But Wen churan, who suddenly fell to the ground, destroyed this beautiful scene.

The man stood condescending in front of her, stared at the helmet on her head, and the dark pupils shook slightly.

The voice of anger and doubt rang out again.

"What are you... Doing?!"

"I..." Wen churan was lying on the ground, afraid to look up and swallowed his saliva nervously. "I... Look, your helmet is very fun and the quilt is very warm. I'll try... Just try it curiously."

Then he smiled twice, "ha... Ha... Ha..."

Just then, a slender finger suddenly provoked her chin.

She raised her head and just bumped into a pair of eyes like an abyss and cold pool, as if she absorbed her soul at this moment.