Male God Please Lie Down

"what happened to you?"

Yang Sen smiled, walked to her side, and sat down.

After sitting down, he held the glass and drank lightly.

"I made this by myself, drink it!"

Yang Sen asked her to drink too.

"good!"

Zhou Qingming had changed the cups with him, and he didn't think there was anything else.

At the moment, he took a sip while holding the cup.

This strawberry is sour and has a sweet taste.

There seemed to be a strange smell, and she took another sip, which seemed a little strange.

But with the sweet and sour strawberry juice, it is extremely harmonious.

"Qingming, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Sen's voice was in his ears, but at this time, Zhou Qingming felt that his voice was very deep and far away.

It's like a voice from a faraway place.

Everything that I was looking at had also become blurred, and the flowers that were originally delicate were also blurred into a ball in an instant.

The beautiful colors are fuzzy and tangled into a mess.

"Boom—"

She also heard the sound of the glass in her hand falling to the ground.

After that... there was no more.

In a coma, Doutou was splashed on his body by a basin of cold water.

Zhou Qingming slowly opened his eyes, his eyes swayed, and he could see the person in front of him clearly.

It was Yang Sen, but it didn't seem to be Yang Sen.

It should be said... is the real Yang Sen.

Because he has always been the kind of gentleman's touch, with a smile on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Wherever you go, people can't make mistakes.

However, he now makes people feel gloomy, and his whole body is covered with a kind of black energy.

Water was still dripping on Zhou Qingming's hair, drop by drop.

His body was soaked, and he felt a burst of coldness.

But there is no such kind of coolness in my heart.

It was the first time she had fallen into this situation after having been on a mission for so long.

Is it her who underestimates others too much?

"What do you mean!?"

Zhou Qingming's hands were roasted and hung on it, she couldn't move at all.

"Haha...you don't pretend anymore now?"

With a cold smile on the corner of Yang Sen's mouth, the expression in Zhou Qingming's eyes was particularly cold.

"I don't know what you said?"

Zhou Qingming didn't know at all, where he saw the flaw.

Now that I say that, I also want to mix things up!

"Don't be thinking about anything wrong!"

Seeing her expression at this time, Yang Sen had a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"Originally, because of your picture, I just doubted you! Just when you switched the two glasses of juice, I knew it."

"..."

Zhou Qingming only remembered when he heard his words.

Yes, she didn't drink her own glass of juice, she drank his glass.

At the moment, his expression converged slightly.

"Say! What do you know?"

Yang Sen walked to Zhou Qingming's and reached out and pinched her chin.

His fingers were very hard, and Zhou Qingming felt that his jaw was about to be dislocated for an instant.

"What do you know? I want to marry you, I just want to know more."

Zhou Qingming held back the pain and explained.

"Heh...really?"

Obviously, Yang Sen didn't believe what she said.

"You just changed the cup! Why do you want to change?"