Knowing that she was trying her best to make him happy, Dongfang Xing's eyes softened: "Okay."
Xia Houhuan'er immediately said excitedly: "There was a young couple. The wife asked the husband to help her see if she had broken off her hand. The husband said, no need to look, she must have it. The wife was curious and asked why. What do you think the husband answered?
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Dongfang Xing looked at her without saying a word.
Xiahou Huan'er pushed his arm and urged: "Do you know? Tell me."
The arms around her waist tightened, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his low voice was full of charming magic, saying: "His life was ruined in her hands, can she still cut off her hand?"
Unexpectedly, he could really answer. Xiahou was very happy and said curiously: "Haha, it turns out that our Mr. Xing also knows a sense of dry humor."
In the pale night, the deep eyes showed the light of pity. Isn't that why they are like this?
The other hand searched for hers, spreading the five fingers and clasping the fingers together. The close palm could reveal the other person's warmth and blood flow.
With sweetness flowing in her heart, Xiahou Huan'er asked tentatively: "Are you happy to be with me?"
Dongfang Xing looked at her sideways, his eyes flowing, and he nodded slightly: "You are my pistachio."
Although this sentence is ordinary, it has infinite power and shocking power.
She was happy, grabbed his hand, and said happily: "Then you smile for me."
Her wrists tightened, and a deep voice with a hint of evil slowly sounded in her ears: "You hold me down tonight, and I will laugh at you."
Xiahou Huan'er's head roared and was struck by lightning.
She looked up at him in astonishment. In the hazy night, there was heavy depression in her deep eyes.
What happened tonight must have made him feel very uncomfortable, and he would have wanted to find something to vent about.
So, by some strange coincidence, she nodded solemnly and said with a generous expression: "I agree to your treaty."
Dongfang Xing didn't expect that she would agree at all, and was stunned for a moment.
However, Xiahou Huan'er couldn't wait to hold his hand and walked quickly to his residence, urging: "Why are you stunned? I can't wait any longer, hurry up."
She is more impatient than him.
Dongfang Xing was a little dumbfounded. He held her hand and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure?"
Xiahou Huan'er looked at him with disdain: "Can what I said be false?"
He raised his eyebrows: "Don't regret it?"
"Regret is a mangy dog."
The deep eyes are filled with shining flames.
Tightening his arms around her waist, Xiahou Huan'er suddenly felt her body soaring into the air, as if flying through the clouds and mist, and the whistling wind passed by her ears.
Xiahou Huan'er chuckled to herself. He couldn't wait any longer, so he hugged her and ran wildly.
As fast as lightning, as soon as he stepped into the door, Dongfang Xing couldn't wait, pressed her against the door panel, bowed his head and kissed her fiercely on the mouth.
Arrogant, domineering, even rude.
Xia Houhuan'er hugged his strong waist with both hands, and her legs automatically wrapped around his long body. Although his strength made her a little painful, she still responded to him enthusiastically and followed him vigorously.
He is passionate and passionate.
Strong palms held her buttocks, pressing them hard against her body, rubbing them ambiguously through her clothes.
Her face was red, her heartbeat was beating as fast as a drum, and her heartstrings were so tense that it seemed like they would break in the next moment.
