Mu Yuyao's humming sound made Xuanyuan Jianxiong stop sucking.
He stopped kissing, let go, and stepped back. His usually wise eyes were now full of confusion.
"It... is swollen..." He pointed innocently at his clone, a look of confusion on his face.
Before being interrupted by Old Futou, the area was also swollen.
The feeling was extremely uncomfortable, so he thought something was wrong with him.[
Not believing that it was his fault, he just kissed Mu Yuyao again.
That place became swollen again.
And, little by little, it has a tendency to become swollen and swollen...
Tangled... unusually tangled...
"Ah..." Poor Mu Yuyao, who was already drunk, was now kissed by this iceberg and was so dizzy.
His eyes pitifully followed Xuanyuan Jianxiong's hand to where he pointed.
It doesn't matter at this glance, the face that was originally red was now... even more flushed like blood.
"Ah...you...you're swollen!"
Oh my god...
She, she, what exactly did she do to this man?
In this world... Damn, there are such pure children...
"Yes, I have never been so swollen! Tell me, what kind of evil skills did you use?" With a raised eyebrow, Xuanyuan Jianxiong suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Mu Yuyao's neck.
He was quite angry.
It feels like I have a strange disease.
How could it suddenly become swollen and feel uncomfortable...
And all this was caused by this damn woman.
"Ouch...nooooo..."
Poor Mu Yuyao was so innocent, her breathing became weaker and weaker, and Xuanyuan Jianxiong's eyes became colder and colder.
This kind of him made her sober from being drunk for a long time.[
In desperation, she slammed her legs against the carriage door.
The loud sound of "dong dong..." made the old Futou outside twitch his eyebrows. Ah, the two people inside, this fight... could it be so violent?
Do you want to go in and take a look?
He was entangled and conflicted. When he thought of Xuanyuan Jianxiong's cold eyes, Old Futou felt chills all over his body.
I didn't want to go in, but the sound was still thumping...
Finally, unable to hold back his worry, Old Futou opened the car curtain.
Looking at Mu Yuyao who was dying, Xuanyuan Jianxiong's hand was still pinching her hard.
He was so frightened that he knelt down in the carriage and said, "Master Long, you can't do that."
Staring hard at those eyes that were gradually losing their luster, Xuanyuan Jianxiong's hand slowly let go.
Mu Yuyao was lying limply on the side, coughing with difficulty, shedding tears, and breathing in the fresh air with her mouth wide open.
I never knew that breathing fresh air could be so...comfortable.
"Old Futou?"
Xuanyuan Jianxiong hesitantly stared at the still trembling old Futou, "Look up."
Old Futou, who was still lamenting how he could dissuade Xuanyuan Jianxiong from stopping, now looked up at Xuanyuan Jianxiong fearfully, "Master Long, just tell me if you have anything to say." He glanced at Xuanyuan Jianxiong with a guilty look but still closed his eyes tightly.
Mu Yuyao, Lao Futou's heart shrank into a small ball.
He doesn't want to die at all. However, once he offends Xuanyuan Jianxiong, the consequences will often be that his head is missing.
"Why is it swollen?" Xuanyuan Jianxiong looked at his clone with confused eyes and asked the old Futou who was still shaking.
"Gah... Mr. Long..." Old Futou was dumbfounded.
Similarly, a mouth opened like an egg.
Slowly, the expression on his face became strange. Those pretty peach blossom eyes were staring hard at this moment, holding back a smile... It turned out that... it was also so difficult...