Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 652 The Shackles of Evil (21)

The completely red eyes, like a beast, are full of strong hostility and greed,

As if he was going to drag her to hell, he held her waist tightly and prevented her from running away.

That slight scratch made him suddenly think, dead people, how can there be living people?

She can move, talk, shed tears at him wronged, and heal his illness.

Isn't this more vivid and interesting than that simple skin?
It was the first time for a man to have such a strong desire, and it hit him like a flood, making him urgently need to find an outlet.

When the scorching hot magma erupted from the crater, it almost overwhelmed the city, controlling wherever it went.

And a living little elf burst into tears.

She just wanted to try it out, to see if she could stimulate him.

result--

Xiaojiaohua was so fragile in the face of the violent storm.

She was so regretful that her intestines were green, but her breathing was taken away, and she couldn't even cry out.

The hot temperature tightly wraps the delicate Bianhua.

The petals are blooming shyly, and I don't know whose dream I have lost.

After falling asleep from exhaustion, in the dream, Yun Si still felt like a little flower being blown around by the wind in a rainy night, unable to find a trace of stability.

She was still sobbing unconsciously, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

In her dream, she thought that that unique move should not be used indiscriminately.

Even if you want to use it, you should run away after using it.

In this way, no one will be killed.

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the next day.

The rain outside had stopped long ago, but the big tree was still dripping with residual raindrops from time to time.

The puddles on the ground, one after another, reflected the pure blue sky, like bright mirrors.

In the cozy apartment, the drapes had been pulled open, and the golden sunlight shone in from the outside.

The messy documents placed on the desktop have been neatly stacked at some point, and quietly stacked on a corner of the desktop.

The living room was quiet, and through the slightly opened door of the bedroom, one could vaguely see a figure lying inside.

The clock was turning silently, and the person lying inside had half of his face buried in the pillow, his nose was red, as if he had been crying for a long time.

She slept deeply, with her thin arms tucked around her cheeks, and the quilt on her body was covered up to her shoulders.

Her long, disheveled hair was spread on the warm light blue pillow, making her look like a pale butterfly that lost her breath in the dark, and she was as beautiful as an elf who had strayed into the world.

However, there was a hint of vivid ruddy in the snow-white, making her more like a goddess of ice and purity who was imprisoned and insulted, and even her breathing was tempting.

Birds were singing faintly outside the window, and the sun was shining just right.

This time she slept until the whole afternoon, until the sun slanted westward.

When she woke up, the room was empty, so quiet that the noise outside could be heard.

Yun Si slowly sat up and rubbed her waist.

I feel comfortable on my body, as if I have been drugged.

No matter how strong her self-healing ability was, she couldn't stand being tossed by a crazy critic all night.

"woke up?"

A gentle and gentle man, leaning against the door, holding a glass of warm water in his hand, his brows and eyes are deeply hot and meaningful.

Seeing him, Yun Si immediately pulled the quilt to cover herself.

His cheeks were slowly turning red, and he didn't speak.

(End of this chapter)