Yun Luo's heart almost burst, and he gave in decisively: "I was wrong..."
Looking at Jun Wuchen, who was covered in black air and smiling as if he was ready to destroy her humanity, Yun Luo quickly sent sweet words: "You are the most beautiful, how can other wild men compare with you?"
"Wild man?" Jun Wuchen's ability to grasp key points is top-notch.
He said with a half-smile, "Luo'er knows so much."
Even the wild men came out.
Yun Luo: "..."
"That's not what I meant, don't misunderstand me."
She looked at him sincerely: "You are the only one, no one can compare with you, don't be angry."
I complained bitterly in my heart: You are so beautiful and so jealous! Are you still being unreasonable?
"Are you scolding me in your heart?" Jun Wuchen narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Yunluo's hair stood on end, "Absolutely not."
"Take off the mask for me." Jun Wuchen said calmly.
Yun Luo glanced at him holding the armrests on both sides, obviously not intending to let her leave the chair. He swallowed dryly, stretched out his hand, and took off the silver mask on his face.
In an instant, it was like the bright moon shining brightly.
The long-lost beauty crit, under the impact at extremely close range, makes people feel dizzy.
The man's sword-shaped eyebrows are flying at an angle, his eyebrows are extremely beautiful, and his thin red lips are like a hook, seducing people like a monster.
Even though this was not the first time Yun Luo saw this face, every time he saw it, he would feel a strong sense of shock and imbalance——
How could someone in this world look like this?!
Is this a human? Is this a monster?!
#husband looks better than me#
#我的女人的DNeghish#
#On the lethality of good-looking critical strikes#
A series of flashes flashed through Yunluo's mind. Her hand holding the mask froze for a few seconds before she slowly put it down.
"Take off the mask to do... um!!" Yun Luo was about to ask, but before she could finish her words, a shadow suddenly covered her eyes and blocked her lips unceremoniously.
Her eyes widened, and her whole body was pushed tightly against the back of the chair, enduring the violent storm.
Sure enough, you are still...jealous?
Yun Luo raised his head and responded, thinking with a mixture of laughter and laughter.
But she soon lost her mind and was led by Jun Wuchen domineeringly and forcefully, sinking all the way.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Yun Luo felt out of breath.
As a ninth-level warrior, she could have been able to hold her breath for a long time, but Jun Wuchen was so much more skilled that she was no match for her.
"Well..." Yun Luo frowned slightly and couldn't help but push him.
Enough is enough! At least give her some face...
If a dignified ninth-level warrior fainted because of something like this, where would she put her face?
"Ha..." Jun Wuchen laughed softly, sensing her signal, and then he slowly became gentle and wrapped around her like spring water, soothing her rapid breath.
It's all done with a kiss.
Yun Luo's mind was completely blank. He lifted him up from the chair in a daze and walked towards the big bed in the room.
Until he was pressed down into the soft brocade quilt and was forced to breathe again. Yun Luo opened his eyes wide and felt like a miserable little being squeezed, wailing feebly.
"You are enough..."
"I was wrong...isn't it okay..."
"...Please let me go..."
Only then did Jun Wuchen let her go without hesitation, hugging her tightly and lowering his head, his hot breath spraying on her scattered clothes.