Xiahou Huan'er glanced at him sideways and said nothing.
Dongfang Xing was a little anxious, and he bowed his head and kissed her face gently: "Are you really angry?"
Xiahou Huan'er turned her face to one side and responded: "I'm not a lollipop. Don't lick it around, it will itch..."
These words were really exciting. He held her face with his big palms, kissed and bit her gently, and a low voice sounded ambiguously in her ears: "Where's itchy? I'll scratch it for you, here?"
Mao touched her breasts with his hands and found that she was not wearing a bra. He was secretly happy. He rubbed, pinched, and pulled through the silk pajamas...
Xiahou Huan'er's head was struck by lightning, this sultry guy really reached a new level of lust after he started eating meat.
She bit her lower lip, slapped his palm away, and stared at him with flushed cheeks: "Sex, I'm not feeling well."
Master Xing hugged her, his body tensed. Once he was freed from hundreds of years of abstinence, it would be like a surging and exciting stormy sea. A little wind would cause earth-shattering shocks. As long as he thought of the little goblin that made him rare, his desire would be aroused.
It swept over him and kept eroding him.
Damn it, she really was a witch who came to take his life.
He put her back on the bed and went straight to the bathroom.
Xiahou Huan'er huddled under the quilt with a red face.
Dongfang Xing was taking a bath faster and faster. Before she could turn around, he had already come out of the bathroom, wearing sexy underwear, lying down next to her, stroking her back with his palms, saying nothing.
Shut up, too silent.
Xiahou Huan'er leaned in his arms, fearing that it would arouse his desire, and remained quiet without daring to move.
I had nothing to do, so I chatted: "You seem to be very busy when you come back. What are you busy with?"
Dongfang Xing half-squinted his sharp eyes and said calmly: "It's nothing."
Xiahou Huan'er raised her eyes and looked at his cold face, frowning: "Are you guarding against me?"
He lowered his head, met her questioning gaze, and shook his head: "Don't think nonsense."
"If you don't tell me, I will definitely think nonsense." It's not like he doesn't know her character.
Mr. Xing frowned, his face darkened, and he said domineeringly: "This is a man's business."
"Five hundred years ago, men and women were equal. Five hundred years later, what kind of distinction are there between men and women?" These days, women are more rare than men, aren't they?
Mr. Xing was silent.
Xiahou Huan'er reached out and poked his hard chest, a little worried and asked: "Is something wrong?"
Mr. Xing continued to be silent, even closing his eyes, not wanting to say anything at all.
Damn, you're pretending to be dead again.
I have plenty of ways to turn your dead fish into a living fish.
A sly smile appeared on Xiahou Huan'er's lips, and the finger that poked his chest went down and touched, reaching the edge of his underwear.
Master Xing finally couldn't hold it any longer and quickly grabbed her funny hand, opened his sharp eyes and stared at her fiercely: "Are you looking for a slap?"
"You are just looking for trouble. If you don't tell me what happened, I will make trouble to you." Xiahou Huan'er stared at him provocatively.
Her stiff body was tense, her cold face was dark, and her eyes were piercing her fiercely: "I will kill you sooner or later."
Xiahou Huan'er winked charmingly: "Welcome, as long as you are willing." Holding his throat, did she need to fight him fiercely?
Is he willing to let it go? If he was really willing to let it go, she would have died tens of thousands of times, so it would be her turn to act wild on him.
He glared at her fiercely and then said coldly: "Something happened in genetic research."