I really can't sympathize with this shameless woman who only makes others angry.
Xiahou Huan'er shrugged, raised his feet and left.
The zombie camp is huge and there are many training squares. It would take several days and nights to visit it all.
The divisions are clear, each performs his or her duties, and management is rigorous.
This is a real kingdom.
Xiahou Huan'er wandered around until sunset, then slowly wandered back to where she lived.
Dongfang Xing seemed to be quite busy. She finished dinner, took a shower, and used the electronic notebook he gave her to browse the Internet for a while. She found an e-book to read. The title of the book is "The Magical Cool Husband: Pampering His Naughty Wife Alone"
, the heroine in it is a bit similar to her character. She is lucky enough to meet a man who loves her very much. This kind of man is really rare.
Looking at it, she couldn't help but want to beat the author named Silver Rice Ball to death. How could the male protagonist be so perfect, doting on the female protagonist, and being romantic at the same time?
Thinking of Dongfang Xing, it is true that he indulges her and dotes on her very much, but can his mind be enlightened?
The whole sullen and overly pretentious guy didn't understand romance at all. Apart from the clothes and the strange-looking necklace around her neck, he hadn't given her anything decent to make her happy.
Thinking of the fact that he proposed to me today, I felt even more aggrieved.
His uncle's wedding has neither a ring nor flowers. What kind of proposal is this?
She responded with dismay, but he actually withdrew his proposal.
Damn, she is the most miserable heroine in the world.
You really can't compare yourself with others. No, people are dead compared to others.
When Dongfang Xing came back, he saw the woman on the bed, her eyes changing color with resentment, and she couldn't help but feel a little thump in her heart.
He walked over and sat down by the bed. He picked her up and let her sit on his lap. He frowned and asked, "You're not angry yet?"
Xiahou Huan'er glanced at him sideways and said nothing.
Dongfang Xing became a little anxious, 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 hand, 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.
