"I won't play anymore." After being beaten so many times, but he never won once, Fake Future decided that there was something wrong with either her or the cards, and he immediately threw away his sleeves angrily.
Xia Houhuan'er waved her wrist and said coolly behind her: "You are so thick-skinned, it hurts my thin-skinned and tender palms."
The fake future figure paused and gritted his teeth secretly: Xiahou Huan'er, let's see how long you can go on.
Dongfang Xing put down the newspaper, walked over, and took Xia Hou Huan'er's wrist. He saw that the palm of his hand was red, which showed how hard she had just exerted it.
He squinted at her and said coldly: "The beating was enjoyable?"
Xiahou Huan'er then said proudly: "Of course, it was so enjoyable. You didn't even see her face. She was so green that she wanted to eat me, haha~"
This bad breath was very satisfying.
"You are so naughty." Dongfang Xing poked her forehead helplessly with a finger. Once this woman got serious, she would really kill someone.
"Who made her stare at you all the time? I'm so unhappy."
Men and toothbrushes are personal items and are not shared.
"Stingy bitch." He smiled and pinched the tip of her nose with his fingertips. The words seemed to be reproachful, but there was also a touch of indulgence and pampering that could not be concealed.
"Tch, you said I'm stingy, don't think you're not stingy anymore. If I look at other men twice, I'll make you jealous."
He laughs at a smile at a hundred steps, and they are both the same, and he has the nerve to talk about her.
Master Xing's old face suddenly turned an unnatural red, and he snorted coldly to cover up: "That's different."
"What's the difference? We all see with two eyes. Could it be that others see you with three eyes?" Xiahou Huan'er looked at him pretending to be surprised.
"You're talking nonsense, don't you?" Mr. Xing stared at her with a stern look on his face.
Give her three points of color and she will open a dyeing room for you right away.
Xiahou Huan'er chuckled, pouted and said, "You really have no sense of humor."
After saying that, he raised his palms, his eyes turned resentful, and he said coquettishly: "Hey, my palms hurt so much."
"Who gave you such a good beating? You deserve it." Mr. Xing glared at her in response, but he carefully held it in his palm and gently rubbed the red and swollen flesh.
The corners of Xiahou Huan'er's eyes raised slightly, with a smile on her lips, she leaned into his arms, assuming a possessive posture.
He said matter-of-factly: "Of course, how can a man who defends himself be so soft-hearted?"
Master Xing's heart suddenly shook. He looked down at her high-spirited and arrogant face. He couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed her heavily on the lips, and then pulled her back to the room.
The hall of the cabin suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
There was a sudden snap.
Si Chen closed the computer, stood up, and came to the door of the fake future room. He hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his hand and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door to the room opened with a roar.
The fake future had a gauze hanging on his face, his cold eyes stared at the man standing outside the door, and asked impatiently: "Is something wrong?"
Si Chen spread out a bottle of medicated oil in his palm and handed it to her: "This is very effective in promoting blood circulation and dispersing blood stasis."
Fake Future sneered: "Are you distressed?"
Si Chen looked at her coldly: "What I feel sorry for is my future body, not you."
