Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart - Chapter 1797

Chapter 1797 His eyes look like some kind of prey

He Xin was completely stunned, lying on the quilt, unable to recover.

Until she felt the tightening of her neck, her eyes filled with horror, and her heart lifted up, “Brother Long Yin, it’s me!”

The bed tent was low, and the light inside the couch was a little dim. Long Yin did not see Hexin clearly at first. At this moment, when he heard her voice, he immediately let go of his hand, and the killing intent in his eyes disappeared without a trace. .

“Xinxin?” He looked at the girl who was thrown on the quilt in surprise.

The strength of Jinjian disappeared, and Hexin suddenly weakened, lying there, unable to recover for a long time.

She just felt that Long Yin’s brother was really killing him.

He should have regarded her as an assassin.

Thinking of the moment when death was approaching, she was in shock, her heartbeat still beating like a drum, and her chest undulating.

Long Yin’s eyes fell on her, it was hard not to notice her strangeness.

His gaze paused for a moment before falling back to her face.

The light in the bed was relatively dark, so I couldn’t see the expression on her face at this time, but he could still feel that she was frightened.

“It scared you, it was mine.” He said apologetically, reaching out to support her back, and supporting her up, letting her lean in his arms.

He Xin didn’t notice anything about this, because her thoughts were still at the dangerous moment just now.

She had no doubt that if she didn’t speak up in time, Long Yin’s brother would definitely break her neck.

Thinking, she said with some fear: “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Qi Heng’s words, and came in to bring you food.”

Hearing this, Long Yin gently stroked her back, “It was my fault, because I slept a lot today, and when I heard the movement, I thought it was an assassin.”

“Why are you so alert even when you sleep?” He Xin turned to look at him, but didn’t expect him to be so close to him.

As soon as she turned her head, she met his pitch-black eyes.

The distance between the two is a little ambiguous.

She could even clearly feel the warm moon in his chest.

What’s even more fateful is that her soft car owed him, and she was rubbing him closely.

Her long eyelashes blinked, then, her complexion burst red, and she hurriedly moved away.

However, Long Yin was faster.

He had supported the back of her head with one hand, and grabbed the hands she wanted to resist with the other.

Before He Xin made the next reaction, her lips were wrapped in warmth.

When she realized what he was doing, her eyes widened so beautifully that she forgot to push him away.

She didn’t wake up until she was lying on the quilt again. Looking at the man on her, she suddenly opened her lips and bit him.

In the dim bed, she heard him snorting, just about to take the opportunity to push him away, but he still suppressed her, his dark and deep eyes stared at her closely.

His eyes seemed to be staring at some kind of prey.

This recognition made Hexin feel a little uncomfortable, and she suddenly stretched out her hand, wanting to hit him.

But when he raised his hand, he couldn’t fight anymore.

In the end, she could only sulp herself with herself, and turned her face away.

Long Yin naturally realized that she wanted to beat herself, but finally gave up again for some unknown reason.

He paused, grabbed her hand and placed it on his face, “If you want to hit, hit it.”

He Xin looked back at him, his eyes were a bit complicated, and honestly said: “I can’t get it.”

“Is it reluctant?” Long Yin heard the words, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and squeezed her nose.

(End of this chapter)