Huang Xiaojue just stared at her right shoulder, his eyes naked, as if he was about to peel off her clothes.
"You... don't look at me like this!" It seemed like I wanted to eat her.
"Ah... by the way..." Mo Xiaoran bit the bullet and changed the topic, "Can you lend me a suit...I... take a shower..."
When talking about the word bathing, Mo Xiaoran's face suddenly turned red.
She couldn't help but remember the last time she was in the bathroom, thinking that Huang Xiaojue wanted her, and a bunch of other unbearable scenes she had imagined.
Fortunately, Huang Xiaojue didn't remember that. He glanced at Mo Xiaoran's blood-stained clothes, turned around and took a set of bathrobe and bath towel for Mo Xiaoran.
Mo Xiaoran snatched the bathrobe and bath towel and rushed into the bathroom.
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When she came out, Mo Xiaoran's right shoulder was really "injured". In order to be more like a little, she forced her shoulders to be tied with thin threads. Now her right shoulder is so numb that she really takes a remote control.
The instrument will feel uncomfortable.
In this way, she can always remember that she is now an "injured" person on her right shoulder!
On the sofa, Emperor Xiaojue hooked his fingers like her. Mo Xiaoran hesitated and moved slowly.
When he was still one step away, Huang Xiaojue took the initiative to reach out and pull her into his arms. Before she could react, she felt a chill in her right shoulder. He had already pulled off her bathrobe...
The snow-white shoulders were exposed in the air, tender and charming; the only drawback was that there were several thin red marks on the shoulders...
Mo Xiaoran was stunned. After a few seconds, he suddenly pulled up his bathrobe and lowered his head and did not dare to look at Huang Xiaojue.
She really never expected that Huang Xiaojue would pull her bathrobe so arrogant and unreasonably...
"You're not just injured by this, right? Tsk..." Huang Xiaojue smiled meaningfully, "You should make it more similar, such as poking with scissors..."
"…!" Mo Xiaoran shivered, "I don't have self-abuse..."
"You mean to make me abuse you?"
"Ah! No!" Mo Xiaoran replied anxiously. Seeing that Huang Xiaojue seemed to have no intention of forgiveing her, she added another poisonous oath, "I swear I will never dare to lie to you again in the future! Otherwise, my god
Thunder strike! Don't...don't really..."
Don't really abuse her...
"Silly girl," Huang Xiaojue chuckled and pinched her tender little face, "Who brought you to the mood nightclub last night? Tell me..."
He will never let these people have a good time.
God knows how scared he was when he saw Mo Xiaoran being strangled and unable to move! He was so afraid that if he was about to come...
The consequences are unimaginable.
He would not let anyone bully Mo Xiaoran. This girl could only bully him. It would be great if her soft body could withstand his bullying...
No matter who the others are, they are not qualified to bully her!