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

It was as if if he looked at her twice more, Luo Liyan would instantly become his wife.

But Luo Liyan's little feet are indeed pretty.

Women in the Sheng Dynasty did not have the habit of foot binding, but men did not like women with too big feet.

But Luo Liyan's feet are very small, only a size 34 at most, and her skin is all white, and her small toes are round, like small beans, and they often jump around.

There are also pink nails, which will reflect the crystal clear light under the light.

It makes people want to take a bite.

Luo Liyan tilted her head and looked at Huo Mingheng, who seemed to have caught the hidden thoughts in his heart. He became completely at a loss and couldn't help but chuckle, "You can watch it if you want. Anyway, I I have no intention of stopping you, there is no need for you to pretend in front of me..."

gentleman.

Before Luo Liyan could say the next words, Huo Mingheng had already turned over and stood in front of her gaze.

That slightly stern gaze carried an unsmiling dignity.

"Don't pretend, are you sure you can bear it?" Huo Mingheng's low voice was hoarse with a bit of eagerness. It sounded like a wild beast planning to eat, which made people panic.

Luo Liyan was so frightened by his appearance that she was afraid that he would do something impulsively.

But after the two people were in a stalemate for more than ten seconds, looking at his still dark whirlpool eyes, restless little thoughts were like grass under the stone, emerging from the gaps little by little.

She arched her leg that had not fallen and pressed it against Huo Mingheng's calf, rubbing it lightly, "Are you trying to scare me on purpose? You haven't seen me in five years. Your temper is getting more and more wild, and it scares even me." ."

Huo Mingheng felt as if his legs were set on fire, and his whole body became hot.

However, in just a moment, his throat became extremely dry and hoarse.

He pursed his lips tightly, but refused to retreat at all.

It's not that he wants to compete with Luo Liyan to see who can be honest first.

He just couldn't bear to end what the little girl in his arms was doing to him.

Even though it is painful and torturous, it is also a sweet burden.

Seeing that Luo Liyan had been teasing him for a long time, but he didn't get angry at her, she became more and more eager to force him to defeat.

Her little feet rubbed against the legs of her pants uneasily, and her toes were like beating elves, rubbing lightly against Huo Mingheng's calf flesh.

This completely broke the tight string in Huo Mingheng's head. He quickly jumped out like a firecracker, as if he would do something if he waited for a moment longer.

"You..." Luo Liyan was about to smile at him, but when she looked over, she saw his chest rising and falling violently, like a child who had made a mistake, standing there helplessly.

Luo Liyan was stunned for a moment, smiling like a kitten who had succeeded in cheating, "Look, you were threatening me just now. In fact, you just didn't tease me."

"I just respect. To respect my wife, some intimate things must wait until the day of marriage." Huo Mingheng's voice became hoarse, and Luo Liyan's ears felt like she was about to be drunk.

"Well, I think so too." Luo Liyan shook her head and agreed with his idea.

Although Huo Mingheng is now sixteen years old, they are both still young, and he has to take the college entrance examination, and Huo Mingheng also has to fight and rebel.