When she talked about this, she felt aggrieved: "I didn't speed the car because it was the driver's fault. The brakes broke and he didn't tell me. He should be shot, you bad boy." Maybe that guy took advantage of her when she wasn't paying attention.
When it happened, the brake was damaged.
Mr. Xing was immediately confused. He squinted his eyes and stared at her like a madman. I heard that this girl robbed someone else's car. Is it possible that someone would tell her that there was something wrong with the car?
"Why are you looking at me like this? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?" Xia Houhuan'er was a little confused by his gaze.
Mr.
body, letting her lie on his lap.
"Hey, what do you want to do?" Xiahou Huan'er screamed in embarrassment when she saw his hand reaching under her.
"Shut up, it's so noisy." Mr. Xing said with a cold face, holding her waist with one hand and pulling down her pants with the other hand.
Xiahou Huan'er's buttocks came into contact with the cold air, and she was so embarrassed that she felt like she had been knocked to death. How could this beast take off someone's pants at will?
There was a shocking purple-black bruise on his round buttocks. Mr. Xing's face became more sinister, and his eyes became colder, as if there were piercing ice.
"Have you looked at her enough, why don't you help me pull up my pants?" His eyes hurt when he looked at her, and Xiahou Huan'er yelled in embarrassment and shame.
Mr. Xing narrowed his eyes and remained silent. He placed his palms on her buttocks and began to rub them rhythmically to loosen the bruises.
Xiahou Huan'er's head roared and was struck by lightning.
Damn it, could you please stop rubbing it so much? It’s a little painful, a little numb, a little crispy and a little soft.
Shenma is in pain and happiness, that's probably what it means.
She quickly bit his clothes, and the impact made her want to moan.
Damn, she's so excited.
Master Xing's face was still cold and sinister, and outsiders could not see the slightest change in his heart, but when he rubbed Huan'er's butt, he really had no impulse at all? Really?
The cold eyes gradually turned fiery red.
Do you believe he has no impulse at all?
Although Xiahou Huan'er bit his clothes, she couldn't help but moan like a cat, once again challenging Mr. Xing's superhuman concentration.
She hummed for a long time before remembering his hand and asked with concern: "Your hand has endured such a heavy pull, does it hurt? Are you injured?"
"It's okay." He couldn't bear that kind of thing. Is he still qualified to be the King of Corpses?
"Really? If you are injured, don't hold it in. Although you are the king of corpses, it is not good to hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. Hey, uncle, can you be gentle?" She was doing it for his own good, but he treated her like this, which was too heartbreaking.
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"Shut up, it's so noisy." She must have been a sparrow in her previous life, otherwise how could she have come up with so much nonsense in this life, chirping and making endless noises all day long.
After rubbing it for a moment, he heard the familiar sound of a car in his ears, and then he helped her pull up her pants as if nothing had happened, straightened her clothes, and picked her up.
Seeing the domineering, powerful, and majestic God Drive appearing in front of her eyes, Xiahou Huan'er raised her eyebrows. It came so quickly, and they had always stayed near her. She raised her head and glanced at the man with a bad face, and slandered.
, this guy is so hypocritical, will he die if he apologizes?
