Being drunk is a very particular thing, and it is not polite to go back and forth. Since the male protagonist is openly resting on his lap, does he have to return the favor?
The texture on my hands is getting better and better. Before Shen Jun met the male protagonist in this world, she had been abstinent for a long time.
Thinking of traveling to this world, the system disappeared with the excuse of being updated. Shen Jun, the male protagonist whom he had not met for a long time, was not willing to let him go.
Yuanwei thought about it carefully: after walking around the city lord's mansion, he could not see a concubine, or even the women he secretly raised. When the city lord's hand continued to touch down, Yuanwei was sure of what he was thinking.
This is the master of a happy man.
"Hmm!" Yuanwei said suddenly, and his fingers immediately lifted up the drunken hand with force, passed it over his head, and controlled it with one hand.
"At first, I was quite reserved." Shen Jun chuckled, staring at the person looming under the curtain with interest.
Yuanwei didn't expect that one of them was wilder than the other.
He now wanted to put an end to Shen Zui once and for all, not only because he acted like a hooligan verbally, but also because he actually took off his belt and then was touched——
"You are looking for death." Yuanwei's calm tone was obviously without any fluctuation, but it was full of murderous intent.
Shen Jun's restrained hands were still in the mood to tap the couch, and he said: "I like this assassination posture."
I really want to destroy Yuanwei’s professionalism.
Gathering the inner strength in his hand, he held the sword in his hand again. Yuanwei looked at the city lord who was really different from his appearance with cold eyes, and the sword pointed decisively towards his neck.
The drunken Adam's apple slowly rolled up and down, but her eyes were still staring at him with a smile, as if she wasn't afraid of death at all.
Just as Yuanwei paused, someone's voice came from outside the house, "City Lord, the two brothers who were keeping watch at night are unconscious for some reason. I am afraid that some uninvited guests have entered our house, so I humbly came to protect the master."
Chat for a long time before killing. Someone must stop you when killing. This is a traditional delaying routine in the assassination world.
Yuanwei let go and wanted to leave, but Shen Jiu grabbed him around his waist. He struggled to no avail.
"What's your name? If you tell me, I'll let you go. How about it." The drunken breath came out warmly, carrying a lot of affection.
I didn't want to say it, but the shadows outside the house were getting closer and closer. One of the city lords didn't expect to have some tricks. The two of them were on equal footing. If anyone came again, Yuanwei might not be able to return to the courtyard.
He could only say: "Mandarin Tail."
Shen Jun kept his promise and really let go of him.
Yuanwei tightened his grip on his belt, walked quickly away from Shen Zui, tied it, and jumped out of the window.
As he retreated, he looked back, staring at Shen Zui who was silent and curious. Is this person protecting himself?
Shen Jun looked at him, his eyes deepened, and he said something unrelated to the topic: "You smell so good."
More fragrant than the petals of the peach tree.
Yuanwei's eyes gradually became thinner, looking at Shen Yu as if he were looking at a dead person, and disappeared instantly.
shameless!
The employer asked him to assassinate the city lord. He may or may not kill him, or he may maim him. Yuanwei decided to kill him.
No one had ever treated him like this.
The area below the waist seems to be hot from the drunken hands.
Mandarin Tail jumped out of the wall, but because he thought about the reason why he groaned just now, his legs became weak and he almost lost his footing on the wall for a moment.
Shen's eyes once again scanned the entire city lord's mansion, and Yuanwei said silently: "Shen Ji, just wait, the next time will be your death."