The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

His throat rolled violently twice, then he raised his hand and gently pinched the back of Luo Liyan's neck, "What are you making a fuss about again?"

"You like Luo Peiyun, we are not from the same country, and I want to break up with you." Luo Liyan howled at the top of her voice.

Although the voice was not loud, the look seemed heartbreaking, which made people feel a little funny.

"What breakup? Why does my cousin always say things that I don't understand well?" Yi Shurong laughed angrily and pinched the soft flesh on the back of her neck.

Luo Liyan shrank her neck itchingly, but still squirmed in protest, "Break up! Break up means that from now on, you will walk your sunny way, and I will cross my single-plank bridge."

"My cousin has a pretty good idea. She just used my hand to suppress the Hou Mansion that bullied you. Are you thinking of drawing a clear line with me?" Yi Shurong grinded her teeth fiercely, her eyes flashing with sadness. Dark light.

"It was you who was half-hearted and changed your mind first." Luo Liyan's little hand poked Yi Shurong's generous chest heavily, and then yawned thickly, seeming a little mentally exhausted.

This was the second time that Yi Shurong heard her say this, and she felt that she was a little used to it, "You little guy, it all depends on your mouth. When did I get together with your so-called sister again?" , I go to Luofu the least often."

"You said... you said you were superficial." Luo Liyan closed her eyes and found a comfortable position in Yi Shurong's arms, her voice getting quieter and softer.

Yi Shurong was a little angry and a little amused, her voice softened slightly, "Then what does my superficiality have to do with Luo Peiyun?"

"Because... because..." Luo Liyan put her head aside and wanted to say something, but her mind became more and more confused, and finally she fell asleep directly.

The anger in Yi Shurong's heart was suppressed in her chest. She couldn't move up or down, so she shook the little guy in her arms and asked her to speak clearly.

But looking at that fair little face with a hint of drunkenness, and the long eyelashes covering his eyes like black feathers, the armor on his heart was instantly shattered, and he was completely defeated.

With a silent sigh, Yi Shurong picked her up, and the pillows and quilts on the bed were instantly spread out.

He sat on it, stretched his long legs, and leaned his back on the pillows placed against the wall.

There was almost no change in her movements. She thought Luo Liyan would sleep more soundly, but she suddenly woke up after less than half a cup of tea, and then looked at Yi Shurong sleepily.

"Because Luo Peiyun is the most beautiful woman in the capital." Her head swayed and was about to fall off Yi Shurong's arm.

Yi Shurong moved quickly, making her blink more steadily.

But after thinking about it, he still took this opportunity to lay her down.

Then he supported his head with one hand and gently placed his other hand on Luo Liyan's waist, looking at her with a playful light in his eyes.

"The most beautiful woman in the capital? It seems that my cousin's taste is not very good!" He sneered.

"It's not me who said it, it was sealed by everyone." Luo Liyan turned around unconvinced and put her calf on Yi Shurong's thigh.

The breaths of the two people blended together, and it was a smell that Yi Shurong had never smelled before.

It was so fragrant that it made him feel tipsy.

"It seems that people in this entire capital have poor taste. How can such a vulgar fan be compared to my cousin?"