"Are you still a decent woman?" Teng Yue glanced at her with disdain, "You're just as good as a perverted transvestite!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...You have molested and insulted others..." Su Zilin curled up into a ball, holding her collar tightly with both hands, looking like she had been insulted, and choked with sobs pitifully.
Just now he was acting domineering, but when he saw someone coming, he immediately pretended to be pitiful.
Teng Yue felt like he had been stabbed by her, and asked angrily: "You... How did I molest you? Get up!"
He stretched out his hand to pull her up, but unexpectedly, Su Zilin exclaimed, "Ah! You've touched every part of my body, what else do you want!"
This woman lied without making a draft. Teng Yue's hand froze in mid-air, wishing he could punch her and knock her out to stop her from talking nonsense here.
Several big men filled with indignation rushed out and grabbed Teng Yue's arms from left to right.
"Catch this pervert! Call the police!"
Teng Yue suddenly turned over, broke free from the restraints, and swept the two sweaters to the ground with a sweep of his legs.
"Hurry up and catch him, he will flee in fear of crime!" Su Zilin shouted.
Now, Teng Yue was in a dilemma!
If he runs away, he is absconding in fear of crime. If he doesn't leave, he will be arrested and taken to the police station.
Teng Yue narrowed his eyes and glared at her with cold eyes, "I'm not blind, how could I molest you at the airport!"
"Airport? I clearly have a 34d, but you actually said I'm an airport!" Su Zilin looked down and pursed her lips in embarrassment. In order to appear neutral, she had her breasts tied up, so she looked flat. She gritted her teeth.
, swallowing his anger, "You have a strong taste!"
"Let's go! Let's send this pervert to the police station!" Several big men tied up Teng Yue.
Teng Yue was dragged forward. He turned back and gave Su Zilin a cold look.
Unexpectedly, she stuck out her tongue at him with a playful smile and waved, "Bye!"
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The night is misty and the moonlight is faint.
The dark marble floor exudes a cold luster, and the crystal lamps are as bright as ice crystals. The bright light shines in every corner, but there is no warmth at all.
A slender figure lay in the center of the kingsize bed. Her thin body sank into the soft mattress. Her forehead was stained with bright red blood, her face was as pale as snow, and her eyelashes curled up like butterfly wings, casting a layer of light on her eyelids.
Delicate light and shadow. She sleeps peacefully, like a sleeping beauty, waiting for the prince to kiss her and wake her up.
Nangong Hanhan had a dark face, leaned over, and gently opened the bangs on her forehead with his fingertips.
There was a bruise on the smooth forehead and a scrape of skin. The bleeding had stopped, and the dried blood had flowed along the full forehead to the temples.
The moment Nangong Han's fingertips touched her, Xiang Yimo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corner of his mouth quietly raised, eliciting an evil chuckle.
"Stop pretending, get up!"
Xiang Yimo gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, holding her breath and concentrating, not moving at all.
"I want to see how long you can endure it!" He slowly unbuttoned her buttons, unbuttoned the collar of the fake suit, and deliberately slid his rough fingers over her sensitive neck.
The warm palm gradually traveled downwards, tracing the beautiful lines of the collarbone, touching the large icy jade skin on the chest, pulling down the zipper on the side of her body, and taking off the small vest on her body.
I kicked her before, but I didn't expect that the kick hit her wound. Her heart turned red, and tender red flesh grew out of the wound.
Nangong Han took off her clothes while paying attention to her reaction.
Xiang Yimo was like a doll, at his mercy.
Seeing that she could endure it so well, Nangong Han lost his patience and took a piece of her lipstick from her makeup mirror. It was bright red, as dazzling as flames, and stretched it towards her chest. The moment he put down the pen, Xiang
Yimo's eyes suddenly popped open——
"What are you doing!" She waved his hand away and immediately pulled up the quilt to cover him.
"Why don't you continue to pretend to be faint?"
Xiang Yimo held his head and shook it slightly, "I feel dizzy. Could it be a concussion?"
"Pretend! Keep pretending!"
"No sympathy at all!"
"Compassion is wasted on you!"
Xiang Yimo didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, and lowered his head, just in time to glance at the lipstick in his hand, "Don't touch my things casually!"
"You can move your body, let alone your things!"
This woman was so bold that she dared to write on his body with lipstick and write such provocative words. She was simply challenging his bottom line.
“I won’t dare to do it next time!”
"Do you want a next time?"
"What on earth do you want!" Xiang Yimo knew that with his narrow mind and his personality of spending every penny he had, he would never let her off easily.
"Take it!" Nangong Han threw the lipstick to him and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing his muscular chest with firm texture and clear mermaid lines. He had already washed off the lipstick after these days.
"Rewrite what you wrote before!"
"Ah?" Xiang Yimo exclaimed. She thought she heard wrongly, "I didn't see that you were so abused!"
Xiang Yimo was afraid that he would regret it, so he lay down on his chest and wrote the words: Fuck your sister seven times a night, I will not serve you anymore!
"Okay!" Xiang Yimo finished drawing the exclamation point heavily and threw it away, "Look, what a strong and powerful character!"
She made full use of the space and wrote as many words as she could. She wrote more than a dozen words from his chest to his lower abdomen.
"Lick it off!"
The smile on Xiang Yimo's face suddenly froze, and her eyes almost popped out. She had fallen into a trap! How could Nangong Han forgive her so easily? She should have thought of something fishy in it earlier.
"Licking lipstick? You want to poison me!"
"This is food coloring!" It turned out that this was the lipstick Nangong Han specially prepared for her.
Xiang Yimo rolled his eyes, then covered his mouth and retched twice, "Ugh... vomit..."
"Stop pretending, you just vomited your stomach."
Xiang Yimo frowned in embarrassment, "I licked you until you were covered in saliva. Don't you think it's dirty?"