"It... hurts." His behavior made her hurt, and she frowned tightly. The tip of her tongue was numb and stinging due to the strong sucking, which made her murmur.
Seeing that Nan Muli's intense kiss was tending to go irrationally, she was in a panic and wanted to refuse, but she heard her own ambiguous moan...
The wild kiss had numbed her lips and tongue, and it seemed like a century had passed. When she was almost unable to withstand his charm, he finally let go of her with red and swollen lips.
"Well..." Xia Baoer said, feeling a little confused and confused after being relieved.
At this time, her eyes were misty, her red and swollen pink lips were as attractive as roses, and her supple cheeks were dyed with a layer of magnificent red color, like delicious apples.
His throat was twitching, and Nan Muli's eyes suddenly darkened as he stared straight at her with such restraint. He couldn't help but lower his lips to capture her sweetness again, and kissed her repeatedly.
The little woman in his arms was very misbehaved and was trying to escape. This prevented him from tasting her unique taste only through predatory methods.
In all these years, he had never known that kissing a woman felt so good, it made his heart surge and he couldn't stop.
Xia Baoer's whole body was already weak, and she still had no strength to resist his wild attack. He was suddenly controlling the whirlpool of her falling body. She couldn't stop panting, and her little hands couldn't help but cling to him tightly, as a life-saver. Grip like grass.
The warm fragrance of nephrite entered his arms, rubbing against him with a desire to resist.
There was a place somewhere in his lower abdomen that was ready to move. His eyes darkened. Even he was surprised that he had such a strong reaction to her!
"Little thing..." The coolness on the fingertips lingered on her pink cheeks with nostalgia. The gorgeous voice chanted her name like a floating cloud, making people unable to help but be fascinated and intoxicated.
The panting girl leaned against his chest. She wanted to slap him a few times but couldn't muster the strength, so she could only glare fiercely.
Despite his cold appearance, his kiss was as passionate as a volcanic eruption burning her, burning into her heart, and melting all her thoughts.
The resentful gaze made Nan Muli frown, she trembled, and his eyes became a little darker.
Sure enough, it was fear of him——
After a long while, Xia Baoer's breath stabilized, and then he raised his eyes in anger, pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were red, full of grievances.
The eyes that met his blinked, and the translucent water droplets hanging in the eye sockets suddenly fell down. It was all this man's fault!
Looking at her blankly, those tears were like rose dew in the morning, a little tempting, but also arousing pity. Nan Mu was tangled in her heart, mixed together in some strange way, feeling slightly... distressed?
He couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe the corners of her eyes. The warm touch danced on his fingertips, suddenly softening the cold and arrogant corner of his heart.
With his strong arms retracted, he hugged her trembling body to his heart.
"Stop crying." He frowned slightly, he didn't like to see her tears.
Humph! What!
After hearing what he said, Xia Baoer looked away in anger and snorted angrily: "I will die if I want to cry. I want you to take care of me!"
He frowned slightly and looked down at her lightly, "I don't like you like this."
Hearing this, someone was almost furious.
Nan Muli, you are a dictatorial barbarian, who do you think you are! Why do you want her to cater to all his preferences, and she is not your so-and-so, doing your dirty work!
It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not! When he said this, the little rebellious factor in Xia Baoer’s heart was aroused, and she deliberately squeezed out a few more tears in front of him.
Seeing her crying so sadly, Nan Muli was stunned for a moment and reached out his hand, but he didn't expect to receive more tears from her.
Although his face was expressionless, his tone was a little gentle and tried to comfort him: "Stop crying, it's so ugly."
"Huh, you don't want it. Ugliness has nothing to do with you!" Ignoring him, he cried even harder: "Uuuuuu~ How could you be so bad to me? You caused me to be scolded, and you still want to kill me.
I, ugh... Even if someone offends you, the crime will not lead to death. They are so pitiful..."
He pursed his lips and remained silent, his eyes falling on her where his fingerprints were clearly left, his eyes slightly apologetic. He allowed the aggrieved little woman to raise her pink fist and land a painless fist on his chest. He stroked it gently.
He held her neck carefully as if he were looking at a treasure. "Does it hurt?"
As if feeling his tenderness, Xia Baoer's aggrieved mood gradually calmed down strangely.
She looked at him, holding back tears, and said angrily: "Of course it hurts! I thought I was going to die." What a strange person. Why can his mood change so quickly? Sometimes he is cold, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes
Gentle, sometimes violent, his changeable temperament makes him a unique charmer. He is unpredictable and irresistible.
He suddenly took her into his arms, tightened his arms, and pressed against her hair, Nan Muli murmured in a low voice: "I won't let you die."
Does this count as a quarrel between them? It seems so, but it seems not.
Why did they quarrel at first? She also began to be confused. In short, after a lesson, it is best for her to only choose what he likes to hear in the future. Otherwise, if she angers him again, her hope of returning home will be lost.
Completely destroyed.
Nan Muli seems to be very busy these two days. He has to stay in the study for several hours every day. His face is a bit cooler than usual. When he is silent, his frown is his only expression. It seems that
Something troublesome is troubling him.
Several times she wanted to ask, but his cold expression turned away her, so she gave up her curiosity.
But even so, he still continued to monitor her.
Alas, lying limply on the bed, Xia Baoer's thin white calves were raised in the air, dangling boredly. She held her chin in one hand and flipped through the magazine carelessly with the other, but her mind was not on it.
After a while, she felt that it was extremely boring, so she got up and got out of bed.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to find a door god standing outside the door.
"Miss, what do you need?" A maid immediately asked respectfully as the door opened.
"No, I just want to go out for a walk."
The maid looked embarrassed: "Master, tell me..."
Rolling her eyelids angrily, she pretended to be a little impatient and muttered: "I promise that my scope of activities is only within this house, is that okay?"
The maid wanted to say something more, but seeing that she looked unhappy, she was afraid of offending her, so she didn't dare to say anything.
She knew in her heart that the girl's mood directly affected the young master's mood. She still remembered that her disappearance made the master like an enraged leopard, almost wanting to tear everyone apart. She was still frightened by that terrifying feeling.
After receiving permission, Xia Baoer passed her and walked out of the room. But then she found someone following her. She couldn't help turning around and said depressedly: "Please, can you stop following me? I'm just strolling around.
There was no attempt to escape."
"Yes." The maid replied, but her steps continued to follow her.
