The two of them were covered in quilts, and there was no light. Fangfei was almost suffocated. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak out or call for help. This was completely different from the feeling she had when she was a child. At that time, she was still a child and didn't know how to be shy. But now,

She was already a girl who was almost eighteen years old. She was held by a man and pressed hard against his iron-like chest. It was like she was leaning against a big mountain. She was so small that she couldn't climb over it.

The most damning thing was that, covering her like this, she was so hot that she was drenched in sweat. She could do nothing but curse Luo Jia. She punched and kicked him, but he seemed to get more and more heat, as if to add to the fun, and his hands remained firm.

He hugged her, and as soon as her head stretched out a little, he immediately fiddled with it with his big palms and pushed her head back into his arms, without any possibility of escaping.

She was covered so much that she almost suffocated. She didn't know how long it took, but she was tired from struggling and fell asleep. When she woke up again, the thick hands had slowly been loosened, and Luo Jia had also completely fallen asleep.

. As soon as she broke off his hand, the devilish palms dropped down. Only then did she dare to secretly lift the quilt, but her face was already red, she was covered in sweat, and her hair was full of water.

At this time, she realized that it was already dusk, and the setting sun was shining dimly through the skylight, which was very ambiguous. She found that her white gauze robe had been torn to pieces, and she immediately jumped out of bed and quickly turned over a neat dress.

Putting it on, I feel as comfortable as a lamb that has finally escaped the hunter.

At this time, I opened my eyes in the dim light and looked at the face exposed on the bed: the facial features that were about to be distorted were still such a strong and handsome face, like Apollo in his prime. Further down, there was a broad chest, three

Seventeen-year-old Luo Jia was in his prime when a man was at his strongest, but he was plagued by this disease like a desperate wild wolf.

She squinted her eyes, feeling a little proud, and said to herself: "Your Majesty, you haven't recovered yet. Oh, it seems that God is still fair and won't let a wicked person like you do whatever you want."

He didn't know if he heard her words in his dream, but his exposed hand flinched.
Chapter completed!