She pulled her little face out of his arms and suddenly laughed: "But I never believed his lies from beginning to end. It's your honor that I trust you so much. Be happy, be excited, do you feel grateful?
"
This cheeky little girl.
Looking at her proud look, Dongfang Xing's handsome face darkened and he asked in a low voice: "Have you had enough trouble?"
"No." She shook her head, traced his back with her fingers, blinked and exhaled, and said softly, "People say that one day is like three autumns after not seeing each other. It is true at all. I accidentally found that I missed you more than I thought.
…”
As soon as Xiao Nizi said something like a confession, a miracle happened. The cold Master Xing actually blushed.
Then, Xia Houhuan'er changed her words and said sadly: "After I woke up here, I thought about you every moment, wondering when you would come to save me."
Boom, someone's tense nerves were instantly broken, and his face was instantly ice-cold.
He pinched her waist hard with his palms, and Bing'er's voice came out through gritted teeth: "Come down."
Hiss, he pinched her waist again, and Mr. Xing became angry after being teased.
"It's just a joke to liven up the atmosphere. Be cheerful and relaxed. Don't be angry. You won't be handsome when you are angry." Seeing that his face was darker than the bottom of a pot, Xiahou Huan'er quickly stretched out her hand to caress his wrinkles.
Could it be that she wanted to make a joke and make him laugh, but the corpse king's face was like a coffin board. It was more difficult to expect him to laugh than to expect a widow to give birth to a child.
Dongfang Xing snorted coldly, resisting the urge to strangle her to death, and said in a deep voice: "Go or stay?"
"Of course I have to leave. You came to rescue me in the middle of the night. How could I be so ungrateful as to stay here?" It seemed that he was really offended by her. After Xia Hou Huan'er finished speaking, she raised her head and touched his thin lips lightly.
She kissed him and then released her legs from around his waist.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, her waist suddenly tightened, and she was pulled into his arms. The shadow leaned down, and his kisses fell overwhelmingly on her lips.
She reached out and grabbed his clothes, her little mouth opened slightly in surprise.
His request for a kiss was so domineering and wild, completely inconsistent with his cold and gentle appearance.
He is indeed a sultry king who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.
She likes his taste, she likes his kiss, she never pretends to kiss him, she just likes it if she likes it.
She responded to his kiss with more enthusiasm.
For a long time, until her delicate body fell limply in his arms, he gently licked her sweet lips with unfulfilled interest.
After chatting for a while, his deep eyes were filled with a little softness. He looked down at her and asked in a low voice: "Let's go?"
Xiahou Huan'er's face turned red and she nodded. She hadn't gotten carried away yet. This was a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, not a place for flirting and ambiguity.
His rough big hands grasped her soft little hands, and Dongfang Xing took her lightly and walked outside.
It was quiet outside, and the sound of slight footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.
As soon as they stepped out of the door, they both stopped at the same time.
Outside the gate, Long Qiao, who was wearing a black close-fitting leather jacket, put his hands in his pockets and looked at their intertwined hands with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Behind him, stood a row of robots, holding weapons pointed at them.
Apparently he was already here waiting for them to fall into their trap.
Xiahou Huan'er let go of Dongfang Xing's wrist, squinted her eyes and asked in a loud voice: "Long Qiao, what do you mean?"
