He pinched her waist hard with his palms, and his voice came out through gritted teeth: "Come down."
Hiss, he pinched her waist again, and Mr. Xing became angry after being teased.
"It's just a joke to liven up the atmosphere. Be cheerful and relaxed. Don't be angry. You won't be handsome when you are angry." Seeing that his face was darker than the bottom of a pot, Xiahou Huan'er quickly stretched out her hand to caress his wrinkles.
brow.
Dongfang Xing snorted coldly, resisting the urge to strangle her to death, and said in a deep voice: "Go or stay?"
"Of course I have to leave. You came to rescue me in the middle of the night. How could I be so ungrateful as to stay here?" It seemed that he was really offended by her. After Xia Hou Huan'er finished speaking, she raised her head and touched his thin lips lightly.
She kissed him and then released her legs from around his waist.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, her waist suddenly tightened, and she was pulled into his arms. The shadow leaned down, and his kisses fell overwhelmingly on her lips.
She reached out and grabbed his clothes, her little mouth opened slightly in surprise, and he took the opportunity to slide his lips and tongue in, entangled hers fiercely, and teased her.
His request for a kiss was so domineering and wild, completely inconsistent with his cold and gentle appearance.
He is indeed a sultry king who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.
She likes his taste, she likes his kiss, she never pretends to kiss him, she just likes it if she likes it.
She responded to his kiss with more enthusiasm.
Rapid breathing and low moans intertwined into a charming and ambiguous movement in the silent air.
For a long time, until her delicate body fell limply in his arms, he gently licked her sweet lips with unfulfilled interest.
After chatting for a while, his deep eyes were filled with a little softness. He looked down at her and asked in a low voice: "Let's go?"
Xiahou Huan'er's face turned red and she nodded. She hadn't gotten carried away yet. This was a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, not a place for flirting and ambiguity.
His rough big hands grasped her soft little hands, and Dongfang Xing took her lightly and walked outside.
It was quiet outside, and the sound of slight footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.
As soon as they stepped out of the door, they both stopped at the same time.
Outside the gate, Long Qiao, who was wearing a black close-fitting leather jacket, put his hands in his pockets and looked at their intertwined hands with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Behind him, stood a row of robots, holding weapons pointed at them.
Apparently he was already here waiting for them to fall into their trap.
Xiahou Huan'er let go of Dongfang Xing's wrist and narrowed her eyes at him: "Long Qiao, what do you mean?"
Long Qiao raised the corners of his evil eyes, looked at her, and said lightly: "He can leave, but you must stay."
"I won't stay..." Before Xia Houhuan'er could finish her words, Dongfang Xing put his palm on her shoulder and said in a deep and mellow voice with firm majesty: "Long Qiao, this transaction was not my idea.
, I haven’t touched your program chip.”
After Dongfang Xing finished speaking, he raised his hand and a box cut through the night sky and flew straight to Long Qiao's face.
Hey, it turns out that he can also speak such long sentences. Xiahou Huan'er looked at his resolute profile with some amusement.
Long Qiao reached out and quickly took the box, smiling evilly: "I refuse to return it."
"It's not up to you." Dongfang Xing spat out four words coldly, sonorous and powerful, striking and powerful without being angry.
He could still be so arrogant, arrogant, and domineering in his territory. He was truly worthy of being called the King of Corpses. Xiahou Huan'er found him more and more attractive.
He is so handsome, we are also obsessed with Mr. Xing.