The wind whistled in my ears, and each sound made Youmeng shudder and retreated blankly: "It's you..."

"Are you surprised?" The man's calm tone formed a sharp contrast with Youmeng's panic. "I said I would come back to find you. Look, I didn't break my promise, right?"

"It seems like anyone wants to see you..."

Youmeng muttered in a low voice, he had turned to the front completely. When she looked up at him nervously, the pale face under the moonlight almost scared her to cry.

"Uh..." She held her breath and looked at it carefully, and the shock turned into anger in an instant, "Why hide your face with a mask!"

A strange pure white mask covered a cold and evil smile: "Guess?"

"I guess? I guess you're just an ugly monster! And it's so ugly that it's not up to heaven! Otherwise, what mask would you wear?" Youmeng mocked him angrily, using it to boost his courage. "Do you know that you've done something wrong and have no shame to see others!"

"On the contrary, I am afraid that you will never forget me when you see my true face." He said, walking towards her step by step. "I think about me day and night, but I don't see you, you will resent me instead."

His steps were calm, and although he did not move, he shocked Youmeng to become more and more panicked, and he retreated repeatedly against him.

"It's so shameless." Youmeng was oppressed by the momentum he hits his face and dared not look at him. "Who gives you the confidence? I'm afraid I haven't seen a good-looking man in my life. If I'm blind, I can be fascinated by you!"

He stopped and stopped approaching, instead of looking at her deeply: "Just showing off one's mouth can't accomplish anything big, one day you will believe it."

She was not willing to be outdone, so she turned her head back and provoked him: "Yes, what's the ability to show off her mouth? I have the will to take off my mask and let this princess see your peerless face!"

He took the initiative and calmed down: "Do you want to see? I can give you a chance, but if you want to make a bet with me, I will follow you if you win the bet."

Youmeng felt that he was putting a trap on himself and warned him not to be fooled, so she glared at him coldly: "Bored! I have nothing to do when I am full, and I'm wasting time with you?"

After saying that, she turned around and wanted to escape from this place of trouble. She didn't run a few steps but was tripped by his cold voice.

"You go?" He stood there calmly, raised his eyes, without any intention of chasing. "Just leave, then don't want your things." He deliberately clenched the silk in the palm behind him.

Youmeng sensed it instantly and couldn't help but stop. She really didn't want to look back at all, but that score...

I'm really unwilling to give up!

She was so crazy that she wanted to hit someone, but he seemed to be unable to eat her, staring at her back, and she struggled hard, and she would always figure it out anyway.

Finally, as he wished, she ran back to him with a sense of resentment and greeted him coldly: "Tell me, how do you want to bet?"

He lowered his eyes and smiled with satisfaction, slowly stretched his hands back in front, hanging under her nose: "You should look carefully, don't blink."

Then, under her concentration, she closed her palms and rubbed them for a few times, then clenched her fists and separated, and said to her with her two fists: "Now tell me where is the silk silk in?"

Youmeng was a little confused when he saw it. Just now, his hands were close at hand and his hand speed was not fast. He just made a few moves, but why did he look like a magic trick, and he didn't tell her to see any flaws?

He looked down at the dull person in front of him and said with a joke: "If you guess, I will take off my mask. If you don't guess, you will have to accept the punishment."

Youmeng had no choice but to point his chin to his left hand: "Yes."

"I've thought about it? I'm sure it's this one?" He wanted to raise his left hand and wanted to open it.

"Hey wait!"

She suddenly stopped sternly, curled her fingers in front of her chin and hesitated, biting her lips and biting her mind, unable to make up. He looked at her anxious little movements above, calm on the surface, and wanted to laugh in his heart.

Finally Youmeng changed his decision and pointed to his right hand: "It's this one!"

He stopped asking anything and turned his right hand directly, but unfortunately there was nothing in his palm. She was stunned and his voice was clear: "You lost."

Youmeng was panicked but dissatisfied: "No, you open your other hand to me, I'm afraid you will cheat!"

But he deliberately took his left hand back and did not show it to her. This move made her even more suspicious. She reached out to pull her hand in a hurry. He hid his hand behind her quickly. She was so excited that she opened her heart and leaned behind him. However, he didn't know that he was just in his mind. He followed the trend and took a quick spiral, and a gust of wind wiped around her back. Without her reaction and no defense, his right arm wrapped around her right arm like a gentle trap, hugging her shoulders. With just one arm, he easily locked her into his heart.

"It's too slow, little fool." In the blink of an eye, the beauty fell into her arms, and he naturally felt at ease. He leaned his head to her ear and declared victory. "Just your reaction, I have to help you practice well when you have time."

Standing with each other on their chests against each other, Youmeng knew that she was being teased again! She couldn't stand the evil charm and intimacy of the man behind her, so she struggled in his arms: "You don't want to show me that hand, it's obvious that you want to cheat!"

"You are the one who likes to cheat?" He asked indifferently, sneering, "I always want to attack me while I am not prepared." The last time I pulled out my hairpin and wanted to stab him, I haven't settled the debt with her.

His arms were locked firmly on her, making her work for a long time in vain, and he stomped Youmeng's feet in anger: "You teased me first!"

His cold mask was pressed on her side face, and the voice under the mask was mysterious and empty: "I have given you a chance, but you didn't guess it right, so, are you willing to accept the loss?"

She was already ashamed and angry, her face became hot and she was so cold that she was quickly heated up by the ice of the mask.

He put his chin on the back of her neck and admired her unruly appearance: "Don't blame me for being frivolous and rude, it falls into my hands again tonight. Do I want to do whatever I want?"

Youmeng was shocked and tried his best to push him in the chest: "You go to the prison to do whatever you want! Bad guy..."

The two of them were about to separate, but she had no time to escape, and was shocked by the force of his chest to take a big step back. He took advantage of the momentum and faced the negative pressure. With a heavy blow, she directly pressed her back against the wall.
Chapter completed!