Chapter 12

However, at the thought of his delay of one second, Yi Youxia's hope of being rescued is less than one point. He is like beating chicken blood and scurrying up the windowsill on the second floor.

Kick the window and jump into the room. By the light of mobile phone, I saw Yi Youxia lying on the floor, convulsing all over, colorless lips, pale face like paper.

He quickly picked her up and lay flat on the bed, pressing her heart and doing artificial respiration.

Seeing him and the light in the room, Yi Youxia's phobia eased a little. After he breathed, his throat spasm stopped and he could breathe smoothly.

"Is it a heart attack? Where is the medicine? " He asked anxiously.

"Without medicine, I'm a dark phobia." Yi Xia shakes her head weakly again.

He was a little relieved. It's not just a heart attack.

Phobia usually comes and goes quickly. After drinking a glass of water, Yi Youxia is much better.

"Xiao Ye, you climbed up from the outside. It's too dangerous." I didn't expect that he would take risks to save himself. She was very grateful.

"How else do you get in?" Rong Zhenye looks at the three "mountains" behind his eyes.

"I'm sorry." She was embarrassed and sorry, "your clothes are all wet. Change them quickly. Be careful of catching a cold." She wanted to untie the button for him, and as soon as her hand touched the skirt, she drew back like a needle.

In the dark, a cold light flashed: "to tell you the truth, you are dry and flat, the whole dried radish, even if you take the initiative, I'm not interested!" Rong Zhenye's vicious voice wanders in the air.

Yi also summer spits blood, just germinated a little favor vanishes.

At least she also has b cup, with 169 cm, 96 Jin body size, chest is plump.

"You're not my dish, either." She gave him a bad look.

"Who is your dish, Xia Yuhan?" Rong Zhenye frowns unconsciously.

"Yes, he's my favorite." She pouted.

Rong Zhenye is so angry that he strips off his wet clothes and throws them on the sofa.

Hazy light, like a thin veil, gently shrouded his perfect body.

Looking at the charming Mermaid line and six sexy abdominal muscles in the legend, Yi Youxia's eyes stagnated.

A drop of water falls from the top of the beauty's black hair to her chest, and slowly slides down along the graceful curve of her muscles, and the girl's eyes also slowly move down

"Is it good?" Rong Zhenye's sneer came from his head.

Yi Xia nodded subconsciously again. As a fashion designer, I'm used to models with good figure, but it's the first time I've met such a well proportioned body, such a sexy curve, such a perfect proportion, and almost no clothes hanger.

Her mind suddenly sprouted an idea, should draw a fruit body sketch for a man.

Dull, Rong Zhenye handsome to sin's face pasted over: "I and Xia Yuhan, who is more beautiful?"

"Aesthetically, you're better." Yi and Xia confessed that he was incomparably handsome and had no opponent.

Rong Zhenye is in a good mood. He also has a small hook in the corner of his mouth. This girl has eyes.

But Yi Youxia's words haven't finished yet: "personally, I prefer Xia Yuhan's type."

Xia Yuhan is gentle and elegant, with a smile on her face, like spring breeze, warm and peaceful. Rong Zhenye is too cold, too deep, a expressionless poker face, a pair of ice eyes, people will never understand, guess. Such people are like the cold moon in the sky. Although they are magnificent and pleasing to the eye, they can only watch from a distance and can't get close to them.

Before her voice fell, Rong Zhenye's lip became a downward line: "are you nearsighted?"

"Mild, left eye 0. 8, right eye 1. 0。” Yi Xia nodded again.

"No wonder you don't see people clearly. Go to the ophthalmology department next time and have a good treatment." Rong Zhenye flicked her forehead hard, causing her "ouch" scream, "myopia can't be cured, I'm not serious, don't look." She looked silly and pretended not to understand him.

"At least you can correct your eyes." Rong Zhenye snorts. Xia Yuhan looks horizontally, vertically, left and right. There's no place better than him. She likes that type. There's something wrong with her eyes.

Yi again summer pours out tongue to him, this guy certainly stinks to be used to, don't allow to say other people are better than him.

Outside the window, the wind and rain are still sweeping. It seems that the power will not be restored.

Rong Zhenye pushes back the three "mountains" at the gate. Yi summer thinks he wants to leave again, quickly grasped his arm, "don't go, OK?"

Rong Zhenye didn't plan to leave. He turned to look at her pleading eyes and decided to take the opportunity to enjoy: "I'm sleepy." He yawned on purpose.