, At that time, the room was so dark, covered with brocade quilts, and he was completely unconscious and unconscious; but today, he kept moaning, twisting his arms, holding her tighter and tighter, and his big hands kept moving.
He rubbed her smooth back to get the maximum warmth. Still unable to resist the cold, he rolled up and hugged her completely to his body, his chest pressed tightly against his chest, his hands like iron hoops, wanting to hold her
Her entire body was crushed into pieces and embedded in his body.
The strong masculine smell rushed into her nostrils. Fangfei was shocked and frightened. She just kept struggling. Without the cover of the brocade quilt, everything was exposed to the broad daylight. Her handsome face was twisted like a devil, and her beard was shaved on her face.
, it hurts all the time.
He is no longer the handsome Apollo, but the ferocious Demon King. Because of anxiety, haggard, and the impact of various things, his beard has grown out.
Luojia is no longer handsome! He is old!
Memories of the early years flooded into my mind: the country of Yan was ruined, the flowers and trees were forcibly removed, the hunger and darkness in the cell, the pain of being wronged, the anger of being exploited... This is an out-and-out story.
Tyrant, he deserves to die, he really deserves to die!
Her eyes rolled, no longer willing to obey; even the doctor's compassion was completely lost. He was not a patient, he was a devil! She looked for a good opportunity to kill him. His sword was thrown in front, and she just needed to take it.
When the sword was struck, it was enough to pierce his chest. She stretched out her hand, but when she was two feet away, he groaned and her hands were tightly tightened, like a pair of huge shackles, and she was unable to struggle at all.
No, when he wakes up, or someone else breaks in, she will have no chance of escape. Fang Fei thought about it, and suddenly stopped, motionless, and let him hold her.
This obedience made him feel happy despite the pain. He loosened his hand slightly and thought of nothing but asking her to warm him. This was exactly what Fangfei expected. Feeling that the big hand that restrained her relaxed slightly, Fangfei quietly turned sideways and moved her hand from
He stretched out his armpit and tried his best to get the sword.
Her fingers had already touched the hilt of the sword, but he suddenly groaned, pressed his hand down, and held her hand down.