Xiaodie's head buzzed, no wonder, no wonder it felt so... strange!
Wen Shijue looked at Xiaodie with great interest. He was obviously doing extremely cruel things, but there still seemed to be a faint smile lingering on the corners of his lips: "You have been suppressing yourself, it is very hard, why do you have to talk to yourself?"
Can’t get through?”
Wen Shijue's hand slowly touched Xiaodie's face, but suddenly changed its direction in the middle of the process. With a strong force, Xiaodie's hand was held in his.
"At this time, you still want to slap me? It seems that I underestimate you!" Wen Shijue's eyes narrowed, and Xiaodie's slender wrist was almost broken in his hands.
"You are so filthy! You are the filthiest and filthiest person I have ever seen! Even though you look like a dog, your heart is extremely filthy! Even the beggar on the street corner is nobler than you!" The wrist seems to be like
He was about to break off, but he started to curse desperately. The stubbornness in Xiaodie's bones was aroused, and his eyes actually had a look that wanted to kill him or her.
Wen Shijue's expression became even more sinister. No one had ever dared to scold him like this!
Never!
With a strong force, Wen Shijue pressed Xiaodie on the sofa, leaned dangerously close and said, "Don't rush to scold me, think about your situation first?... Don't you think about your body at all?"
The smell of Wen Shijue made Xiaodie's heart beat faster. The smell of tobacco turned out to be so good, plus a little bit of agave, and the mellow aroma of the red wine just now... Xiaodie found that she was distracted.
"You're blushing!" Wen Shijue said in confusion, adjusting his body to a position that fit closer to Xiaodie's body.
"Let me go, you despicable and shameless bastard! I've already humbled you, and you still cling to a little girl like me. What kind of man are you?" Xiaodie struggled and found that her limbs were weak.
The constant struggle made Xiaodie's hair messy and her clothes disheveled. The medicinal wine she drank made her cheeks flushed, her eyes full of spring, and her towering chest kept rising and falling violently.
Damn it! Wen Shijue found that he longed for her very much!
Xiaodie still glared fiercely at the man who scared her to death, and kept cursing. In fact, due to the effect of the medicine and the nervousness in her heart, she gradually didn't know what she was cursing...
However, Wen Shijue became annoyed. He originally wanted to play tricks on this ignorant girl, but found that he was playing with fire and would probably get burned in the end.
Xiaodie was still cursing, but her voice was weaker.
Wen Shijue stood up, straightened his clothes, and pressed the inside line: "Bring people in!"
Xiaodie stood up, leaning on the sofa and breathing heavily. Wen Shijue was standing not far away, looking at her with cold eyes.
Xiaodie calmed down her mind, staggered up from the sofa, carried her bag, and gritted her teeth and said to Wen Shijue: "You devil!"
Wen Shijue smiled, as if he had been praised.
Xiaodie turned around and stumbled towards the door.
Just as he walked to the door, the door opened from the outside. When the man who picked up Xiaodie saw Xiaodie at the door, he glanced at Xiaodie in surprise, and then said to the devil inside: "Mr. Wen, I will take care of you."
Coming!"
Xiaodie drowsily stretched out her hand to pull the man: "Get out of the way! Let me out!"