"Why are you pretending to be innocent? In fact, you are also interested in me. You can have me. I won't hold you responsible..." Although his body did not move, his tight body revealed his calmness.
His heart is not as stable as his appearance.
"Hello……"
She has already talked about this, but he is still being pretentious?
Gritting her teeth secretly, she impulsively raised her head and kissed his clear thin lips forcefully.
His evil and cold deep eyes were half lowered, staring at her, neither dodging, nor responding, completely indifferent.
Damn, let’s see how long he can hold on.
After a while, Xiahou Huan'er bit his lower lip and pierced him hard with her fiery eyes.
There was no response, he actually didn’t move at all. Damn it, is he still a man?
She stared at him with tears in her eyes. Was it because he had too much concentration, or was she not beautiful enough? Was her technique not good enough?
Staring at her aggrieved and aggrieved eyes, he suddenly lowered his face.
Just when she thought he couldn't help but kiss her, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, tightening and getting closer.
An almost inaudible sigh sounded in the silence.
In shock, she could feel his tight body.
If he can endure it like this, he is a god.
He tightened his arms, and a dull and hoarse voice came: "Have you endured enough?"
Her moist eyes were slightly curved, and her delicate voice sounded softly: "If I say no, will you want me?"
He was silent again.
She thinks they are both gods.
However, she is the god of nerves, and he is the god of divine beings.
After struggling in the middle of the night, the uncomfortable feeling finally went away, and she fell on the bed almost exhausted, not even wanting to move a finger.
He calmly wiped the sweat off her body with a towel, then found a clean bathrobe and helped her put it on.
He covered her with the quilt, turned around and left without any regret, as if nothing had happened just now.
Looking lazily at his back, Xiahou Huan'er raised her hoarse voice and said, "Thank you."
Although he didn't say anything, she knew that he was really here to help her and help her overcome the pain in her body.
The cold and handsome Mr. Xing didn't even pause for a moment, it was even more luxurious to want to hear his answer.
But she knew that he could listen to her words, he was a strong and domineering man of action.
The door was gently closed, and the room fell into a charming silence.
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The solemn and silent meeting hall of the zombie camp was filled with a low-pressure tropical storm at the moment. Everyone's expressions were solemn, as if something big had happened.
Even Tie Fury, who is usually the most fiery and impulsive, doesn't dare to be presumptuous anymore.
Dongfang Xing, who was sitting in the chairman's seat, had cold eyes and a sinister expression. He was silent, neither angry nor happy, but his aura of killing and domineering could intimidate the entire audience.
Seeing that no one dared to say anything, Chuan Bupo had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Wang, what do you think?"
The thing is like this. In recent decades, Long Qiao has been responsible for the weapon upgrades and defense systems of the zombie camp. The zombie camp gives him what he wants in return. Just like last time, Dongfang Xing planned to exchange Xiahou Huan'er for a battleship.
, later it was discovered that she was a marginal person and the transaction was canceled.
This time, Quanbupo asked him to upgrade weapons and strengthen defense, and his request was that Dongfang Xing hand over Xiahou Huan'er.
His goal was very clear and firm, and he emphasized that as long as Xia Hou Huan'er.
