560. Chapter 560 Don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk
She gasped, looked at his sexy and charming male face, and smiled evilly at him: "You can be harder and rougher, it doesn't matter."
"Huan'er!" He suddenly let out a low roar like a newly awakened lion, and pressed forward with his heavy and hot body.
If wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk; if sex is not charming, people will be obsessed!
Xiahou Huan'er didn't know how long this storm lasted. She only knew that he was like a hungry beast that was more than satisfied, constantly taking from her body. In a daze, she endured him getting stronger and more ruthless each time.
Heart-breaking demands.
Everything calmed down, leaving only the charming breath floating in the air.
Xiahou Huan'er felt as if she had been run over by a big truck countless times, and all the bones in her body seemed to be falling apart.
His body was covered in bruises and bruises, and the bruises looked extremely shocking.
She did ask him to be harder and rougher, but there was no need to treat her like a robot.
Xiahou Huan'er lay in his arms, almost on the verge of crying. Could he torment her more?
Dongfang Xing calmed down and realized what he had done. He stroked her still incredibly soft body, feeling very distressed.
The deep voice was full of apology: "I'm sorry, I was too out of control just now, I should be gentler..."
"Shh." Xia Hou Huan'er gently moved her bare hand and touched his lips. She would blame herself if he didn't let him, and chuckled, "I asked you to be rough."
He kissed her fingertips gently, feeling even more ashamed and understanding the purpose of her doing so.
There was bitterness on his lips, and there was a trace of reproach in his tone: "How can you use yourself as a tool to vent?"
Doesn't she know that he will feel sorry for her?
Xia Houhuan'er narrowed her watery eyes and said lazily: "If I don't let you vent to your heart's content, who knows whether you will force yourself to become autistic."
As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes at him and warned him carefully, "Dongfang Xing, I sacrificed my body to let you vent. Don't play dirty tricks with me anymore. If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't you dare to keep it to yourself?"
In my heart, I’m not done with you.”
Dongfang Xing reached out and pinched her nose affectionately, and smiled strangely: "Do you still want to have sex with me?"
"Don't talk about hippies with me." Do you want to change the subject? No way, at this moment, even showing his charming smile is useless.
Dongfang Xing's face stiffened, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sighed softly, stretched out his hand to find her little hand, and clasped his fingers tightly.
There was silence for a while.
Seeing that he still didn't say a word, Xiahou Huan'er didn't want to rush him, but seeing that he had nothing to say, she pushed him.
She narrowed her eyes and stared at the top of his head: "You don't want to be irresponsible after eating, right?"
"Huan'er." He shouted softly.
She did so much just to get him to say what was in his heart: "You say it, I'm listening."
He tightened his arm around her waist and whispered: "In the future, that girl will most likely be a descendant of the Dongfang family."
"Is the future a descendant of your family?" Xiahou Huan'er suddenly widened her eyes. She had thought about having a relationship with him in the future, but she didn't expect that he was actually a descendant.
His voice became even lower: "The tune she played was most likely composed by my family five hundred years ago to deal with me."
Xiahou Huan'er exclaimed: "Five hundred years ago, what happened after you turned into a zombie? Why did they make "The Sound of the Buddha" to deal with you?"
