"Master, this sword is so heavy, I can't move it."
"Just leave it there and you go out and watch it."
"yes"
There was a faint human voice buzzing in her ears. Xuan Shiran slowly opened her eyes as she regained consciousness. "Hissing" she covered the back of her head in pain. It hurt. She remembered that she had been knocked unconscious.
With a start, she hurriedly sat up and found that she was already in a particularly luxurious room. She looked under her and found that she was sitting on an extremely soft big bed.
"Beauty, you're awake." A familiar voice came. Xuan Shiran quickly retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead.
The silver-haired man had already taken off his coat, and had unbuttoned a few buttons of his pure white shirt, and approached her with an evil look on his face.
"I'm warning you carefully, don't come here." Xuan Shiran stepped back vigilantly. At this time, she found that she was very light. She lowered her head and saw where her sword had gone.
"Are you looking for this thing?" The man stopped and moved his gaze down to where the sword was released.
"Give it back to me." Xuan Shiran immediately jumped out of bed and reached out to touch the sword. Her waist tightened, and then a clear manly fragrance floated into her nose. "Let me go." She was frightened.
It was broken, because this man was holding her waist tightly from behind, and she couldn't break away with such force.
The "beautiful" man hugged Xuan Shiran tightly and whispered in her ear: "Your resistance will only make me feel better." After saying that, he once again did Xuan Shiran's most annoying and disgusting thing, using his tongue
lick her face
"Are you a dog?" Xuan Shiran was disgusted and couldn't stand the sudden sharp and incomprehensible words, which suddenly changed the atmosphere around him.
The man blinked his beautiful eyes and then smiled casually, "You are very interesting, but I like you like this."
"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you tying me up?" Xuan Shiran found that her hands and feet were tied with a familiar whip rope, and then she was thrown on the bed.
She turned around and looked at the ropes tied to her hands and feet. Isn't this the white whip hanging on the perverted man? Can the whip be used in this way and can it be freely retracted? Suddenly, the hair on her body stood on end. She raised her head and saw the man.
With a look of excitement on her face, she took a breath, as if she understood something, and said timidly: "Excuse me, do you have SM tendencies?" Who exactly did she bump into? Isn't it obvious? This pervert