He smiled and said, "I said, as long as you agree to my conditions, you can do whatever you want! Otherwise..."
He rolled his eyes, raised his hand and took off his T-shirt, revealing his strong and muscular chest, "Otherwise, I'll let you bite me back ten times! As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter how many kisses or bites you have!"
"Bah!" Jing Tian'er couldn't hold it any longer and scolded him with a smile: "Duan Luhen! You are shameless!"
If he asked her to kiss and bite him back again and again, wouldn't that give him an advantage?
Big sulfur gangster!
"Nier..." He smiled mischievously and hugged her waist, "Don't I kiss you and bite you just because I like you? Why punish me? It's so nice to kiss me?"
"What a beautiful idea!" Jing Tian'er rolled her eyes at him and punched him on the shoulder.
Duan Luhen's handsome face suddenly twisted in pain. Although he still had a smile on his face and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened, a thin layer of sweat quickly formed on his forehead.
Jing Tian'er was startled, and then she remembered that the injury on his body had not healed yet.
She quickly slipped off his body, pulled him to sit up, and stretched her little hands on him to nervously check the wounds on his body.
After being discharged from the hospital, she helped Duan Luhen change his dressing every time.
Every dressing change, every shock.
Her graceful back was full of wounds caused by broken glass, and she broke out in a cold sweat every time the dressing was changed.
But he was a bit like Guan Gong scraping bones to heal his wounds. He talked and laughed every time, and made jokes with her to make her happy and make her laugh. It was as if the flesh-and-blood wound was on someone else's body, and the painful cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
Yun Danfeng smiled softly.
She examined it carefully, lest she punched too hard and cracked the wound again. Her white fingertips slid over the red scars one after another, and her eyes gradually became moist and hot.
He had bruises all over her body, but she didn't even hurt a hair. Everyone would say it was a miracle.
The miracle created by love.
She slowly leaned over and placed a kiss on his dark red scar. Her soft lips slid slowly, printing her gentle and compassionate kiss on every wound left by love.
The hardest thing to accept is the kindness of a beautiful woman!
Her soft lips roamed over his body, and his body felt a strange numbness. He grabbed her hand, took her into his arms, and gasped: "Nier, stop kissing!"
If you keep kissing her, he can't guarantee what he will do!
She held his strong waist with one hand and caressed his delicate and flawless face with the other hand. Her eyes were full of love and affection, "Does the wound still hurt?"
Such loving and distressed eyes made his heart beat wildly, his mind became hot, and his body moved. He knelt down on one knee, pinched her green fingertips, bowed his head and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, and looked up.
She said, "This is the honorable medal of knighthood...my princess!"
His eyes were so passionate that they could almost melt her. She threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and took the initiative to give her a kiss.
Knight's medal.
A man built a solid fortress for her with his flesh and blood.
This is the best gift she has ever received.
She stayed in his arms for a long time, until the two of them almost merged into one body. Then she smiled and stood up from his arms, "We are going to rest. If we continue holding her like this, we will turn into stone."
He smiled fondly and nodded, but his arms couldn't bear to leave her body, still lying around her.
