Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Chapter 283: Stealing a Kiss, "Looking for Death!" Wen Li slapped Lu Xixiao

General Black put his two front paws on the edge of the bed, stood up and looked at the sleeping little guy, wagging his tail.

Lu Xixiao, who suddenly rushed in, scared it.

After seeing who was coming, General Hei was about to yell at Lu Xixiao in displeasure, but for fear of disturbing Lu Jingyuan, he could only glare at him.

Lu Xixiao hurried to the bed and saw that the little guy was sleeping soundly. He lifted the quilt and checked again out of concern. Only after confirming that Lu Jingyuan was fine did he feel completely relieved.

A sleepwalker has no consciousness and has no idea what he is doing. He certainly cannot recognize people. The sleepwalking Wen Li is dangerous. He almost hurt him with a knife, so naturally he might also hurt Lu Jingyuan.

"Woof~"

General Hei called out softly and drove Lu Xixiao out.

Lu Xixiao then returned to his room.

Wen Li was still asleep in his bed.

Lu Xixiao walked lightly to the bedside and wanted to move Wen Li, who was sleeping next to the bed, to the middle of the bed. However, he was afraid of waking her up, so he gave up and just lifted the quilt on Wen Li.

So it was General Hei who pushed open Jingyuan's door.

Wen Li had never been to Jing Yuan's room.

Wen Li came to find him...

Lu Xixiao's mind became active again.

Everything depends on human effort, and man can conquer nature. It seems that it is not impossible to make Wen Li fall in love with someone else. Even if Wen Li is determined to be loyal until death, he can still occupy a special place in Wen Li's heart, and it may have been effective.

Wen Li’s actions tonight are proof of this.

The more Lu Xixiao thought about it, the more he felt that the future was promising.

He gently brushed away a few strands of hair on Wen Li's cheek, and his fingertips accidentally touched her face. The soft and delicate touch was like an electric shock, making Lu Xixiao reflexively bend his knuckles.

The finger stopped just above Wen Li's face, a millimeter away.

Lu Xixiao secretly cursed himself for being useless.

In the end, I could only reluctantly withdraw my hand.

Lu Xixiao, who was half squatting beside the bed, lowered his body and rested his chin on the bed to watch Wen Li sleeping. He couldn't help but tilt his head, with half of his face pressed against the bed, and just "slept" next to Wen Li, face to face with Wen Li.

The smile on the corners of his mouth continued to deepen, spreading into his eyes. His smiling eyes looked back and forth on Wen Li's face, and he could not see enough.

Those light-colored glass eyes that were inherently cold were now hidden under her thin eyelids. She looked much more approachable when she was asleep than when she was awake, and even her facial features were a little softer.

As Lu Xixiao looked at her, his gaze stopped on the pale pink lips, and he couldn't move his eyes away. It was as if there was a fatal attraction to her. He had no resistance to Wen Li to begin with, and now the more he looked at her, the harder it was for him to control himself. His heartbeat was easily disturbed. Lu Xixiao raised his head unconsciously, and his eyes were deep and dark under his thick black eyelashes.

Driven as if by bewitching.

I couldn't help but move closer to Wen Li.

As the distance got closer, Wen Li's breath became clearer and clearer, and the heart in his chest beat more violently, like a drum, so exaggerated that it seemed to jump out. He felt a little difficulty breathing, his brain was lacking oxygen, and he felt a little dizzy.

Getting closer and closer.

In the quiet environment, Wen Li's light breathing and his frantic heartbeat intertwined, as if ringing right next to his ears, vibrating his eardrums and making his palms sweat.

Never been so close.

Lu Xixiao almost suffocated himself.

The two lips were getting closer and closer, and just when they were about to touch, Lu Xixiao stopped and regained his senses.

Lu Xixiao closed his eyes and woke up completely.

Feeling confused and stunned for a moment, Lu Xixiao restrained himself while secretly cursing himself for being vulgar and was about to step away.

Unexpectedly, Wen Li suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

Eyes facing each other.

The pupils of both frightened people suddenly contracted.

The air froze, filled with the scent of death.

A terrifying murderous intent suddenly appeared in Wen Li's eyes.

Without a second thought, she pulled her head back and stood up quickly.

"court death!"

At the same time, a slap came hard.

Quick and accurate.

The sound of slaps echoed throughout the bedroom.

How loud is it?

Wen Li's hands were numb, and Lu Xixiao's face was also numb.

If Lu Xixiao hadn't kept his lower body steady, he would have been slapped to the ground. Although his body was not on the ground, his face was on the ground.

Wen Li sat on the bed, staring down at Lu Xixiao.

His eyes were cold and angry: "What do you want to do to me by sneaking into my room? Lu Xixiao, you'd better explain yourself!"

It was the first time I was slapped in the face, and it was such a powerful slap. It was my first experience in life and it reached the peak.

As expected of Master Lu Wu, who excels in everything and stands at the top of the pyramid, even when he gets slapped, he gets the loudest and most painful one.

Half of Lu Xixiao's face was burning, he saw stars, felt dizzy and had tinnitus. He felt that Wen Li's voice was sometimes near and sometimes far away, and he couldn't hear it clearly, but the pain on his face was very real.

Looking at the angry Wen Li, Lu Xixiao, who had been caught in his evil plan, said in a low voice: "...This is my room."

This was the only explanation he could give.

"Your room?"

You're lying with your eyes open! How shameless!

The anger in Wen Li's eyes began to penetrate into his heart.

"If you have the guts, give me another..."

Wen Li suddenly stopped talking.

Blinded by anger, she discovered something at this moment.

She immediately looked up and around, then fell silent.

This doesn't seem like...it's really her room.

Wen Li reacted quickly and looked back at Lu Xixiao. He didn't seem to be in the wrong at all, but his eyes became dangerous.

"Why am I in your room?"

How could she not know where she was sleeping?

Suspicion fell on Lu Xixiao again.

How had he managed to get her here without anyone noticing? She hadn't even noticed, which was terrifying to think about.

Facing Wen Li's suspicion, Lu Xixiao was neither angry nor annoyed. Instead, he was worried that she would be frightened when she woke up in an unusual situation, so he hurriedly explained: "You seem to be sleepwalking, that's what you brought."

Wen Li looked in the direction Lu Xixiao was looking.

I saw a knife stuck in the pillow, with the blade completely embedded in the pillow, leaving only the handle that looked somewhat familiar exposed.

This seems to be the fruit knife at home.

Lu Xixiao poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue.

"Not only were you sleepwalking, you almost hurt me by mistake. If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage. It was you who really came here on your own."

Sleepwalking? She didn't believe it.

But she believed that she was sleepwalking in order to kill Lu Xixiao.

How could he suddenly sleepwalk? Wen Li had no recollection of what happened after he fell asleep.

In his peripheral vision, Lu Xixiao stood up. Wen Li collected his thoughts and looked back at him. The red and swollen half of his face was very eye-catching. Thinking that what Lu Xixiao said might be true, Wen Li couldn't help but feel guilty, especially at this moment when Lu Xixiao was standing there, looking down at him, with enough momentum and confidence.

But Wen Li soon remembered Lu Xixiao's improper behavior just now: "What did you want to do by getting so close to me just now?"

Lu Xixiao: "I want to check on you."

Wen Li didn't believe it, but she had no evidence.

Although Wen Li has a strong mental state and is still a cool person, there is still a difference between him and being thick-skinned.

An awkward atmosphere spread.