Su Mingsun gave up the struggle aggrievedly and saw Di Lin split his clothes in half.【26nbsp;】
When her body was gradually exposed to his sight, Su Miansun hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover himself, blushing but muttering in a low voice: "I... I will do it myself."
Di Lin had a cold face and did not pull the quilt in her hand. Instead, he used a slender scissor and knife hand to directly attack the quilt!
Su Mian's diligent, frugal and simple nature once again defeated his reason at this moment, and immediately stopped him: "No, don't cut the quilt!"
Di Lin looked at Su Ming with eyes as deep as pool water, stretched out his long and clean fingers to pull open her quilt, lowered his head, and continued to pull her pants very seriously.
Su Mian felt that his body was starting to get hot and his heart was beating like a drum. He quickly closed his eyes and discussed in a trembling voice: "Can... can you leave me a pair of underwear and vagina?"
Su Mingshu sniffed, what a humble little request.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if she was the only one breathing. Just when she thought Di Lin would give up, he suddenly said: "No." Then he moved his fingers, and the crackling sound continued.
Su Mian's heartbeat became extremely fast, and many messy sexual scenes popped up in her head. Of course, the protagonists were no longer a certain male star and female star, but became herself and Di Lin. She took a breath
Suffocated, he quietly opened his eyes through a crack to peek at his expression at the moment.
Di Lin's hands were like scissors, breaking wherever they went. He looked at himself with a smile and said jokingly: "Don't look heroic, I just want to treat your wounds."
Su Mianshuo came to his senses, but did not dare to glare at him. He was not only dissatisfied with his teasing, but also had a strange feeling that he wanted to regain his courage.
When Di Lin saw her like this, he raised his eyebrows and asked with gleaming eyes: "Little slave, are you disappointed?"
Su Ming was a little angry, but seeing that someone outside said in a low voice, "Do you need to tear off my clothes to treat the wound?!"
The smile on Di Lin's face grew thicker, his eyes flashed with the flames that Su Mian had seen several times before, and his voice was hoarse: "Lie down honestly, do you think your wound will be cured just by touching this thing!"
I saw his index finger slightly picking up some transparent ointment, holding it between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing it gently. Slowly, the fragrant and rich smell became stronger and stronger, and the jelly-like ointment slowly melted in his hand, shaking into a drop.
Gently rub the blue glowing perfume on the wound.
She knew that this was Di Lin using a spell for herself, so she slowly let down her guard.
No longer teasing, Di Lin turned around and inspected Su Ming's arm first, and then carefully cleaned all the poisonous places along her hand. His movements were so gentle that he seemed to be picking out the ash from the tofu.
Su Mian could feel the stinging sensation of the perfume dripping on his body, but he couldn't feel the pain. He only felt that the exposed skin seemed to be suffering from the scorching heat, burning inch by inch under Di Lin's eyes.
It's almost burned to ashes.
Di Lin's fingers had the unique rough texture of men mixed with the lubrication of the perfume, caressing and climbing inch by inch on Su Mianshan's delicate body, as if to measure the proportions of her body, she twisted her body subconsciously, wanting to refuse