Han Yeshuo deepened the kiss and licked her bleeding areas with his tongue from time to time, as if to help her stop the bleeding, but also seemed to be tasting her deliciousness...
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Gradually, Qing Mose didn't bother to waste energy and brain cells to think, and leaned softly in Han Yeshuo's arms, letting him control her.
I felt that the person in my arms was much quieter. I moved away from my lips and looked down at Qing Mo Se, but I didn't expect that she fell asleep!
Han Yeshuo looked at her quietly, stroking her broken hair and covering her face.
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"Eh?" Why is she here? Qing Mose softly opened her eyes in a daze, her lips hurt so much, yesterday...no, it was just now...
She was forcefully kissed!
Then why is she here now? The hateful sinister man actually kissed her forcefully!
He had avoided her at first! How would she see anyone in the future? Qing Mo Se was about to cry but had no tears. Forget it if the plan failed, and now she was forcefully kissed. Is there any justice in this?
Han Yeshuo came in with a bowl of porridge, "Are you hungry?" The fragrant fragrance surrounded Qin Mo's appetite.
"I'm not hungry." Although she really wanted to eat, she had to have integrity. Qing Mo Se turned her head away and pouted angrily. For such a sinister man, ignoring him was the best choice, but when it came to food, she couldn't.
Self-aware and ignorant.
"Gugu..." Sure enough, even if she knew she was ignoring it, her stomach would not let it go.
"Are you really not hungry?" Han Yeshuo looked at Qing Mose funnyly. This girl is quite cute with her stubborn temper sometimes.
"Hmph! I need you to take care of it." She blushed and continued to ignore him. She has an unsatisfactory belly and must destroy it in the next life!
Han Yeshuo placed the porridge next to Qing Mo Se, "Do you need me to feed you?" He held Qing Mo Se's chin, pretending to kiss her.
"No, no, no... no need!" Qing Mose pushed Han Yeshuo away, "Damn, why are you so handsome? You're confusing her!"
Feeling that her face was about to evaporate, she quickly picked up the porridge and wolfed it down, "Ah!" Hot, hot, hot, it burned her to death! "Huhu..." Qing Mose stretched out her tongue and exhaled.
Her poor tongue, why is her whole life so tragic?
"Stupid." Han Yeshuo picked up the porridge, picked up a spoonful, and gently blew the porridge to cool down, "You don't need to come..." Qing Mose was about to snatch the porridge from his hand, but he gave him a look.
Frightened.
She calmly opened her mouth and waited for the porridge to be put into her mouth. She didn't feel any happiness at all, but felt a special tragedy. Qingmo Se pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, but she didn't dare to glare at him in case he accidentally caught his eye.
She stared at him, thinking that she could only wait for death.
"Is it delicious?" Han Yeshuo looked at her with a devilish smile, "Good, good... delicious." It's just a piece of wool, it's very ordinary! But why does she feel so sweet about the wool? Illusion, well,