? BOSS's favorability value has dropped from 30 to 20 since that day, and it seems that he has made up his mind to divide the boundaries with her.

The system counts the favorability score of 20 every day and sighs: [20 favorability score, don’t you want to find a way for the host? 】

Ye Chuijin went shopping every day, buying a bunch of things and returning to Cuiyu Tower.

Hearing the system sighing like this, Ye Chuijin smiled: [What's the hurry? Have you forgotten the original owner's little yellow text? 】

Just as corroborating her words, Feng Hongyin finally appeared again in the evening.

It's just that compared to the previous few times, his face is the most serious this time.

Because just in the morning, after he woke up, he heard a [ding] in his mind.

[Ding—Task release: He pressed her under his body, the two of them were skin-to-skin to each other, he violently applied force, and a sweet "ah" overflowed from the population under him. 】

Looking at this task, Feng Hongyin lifted the table.

What is this? ?

Outrageous!

shameless! !

Who the **** is this Bailu! Telling him to know it must have twitched his muscles and stripped his skin! !

So in the evening, when Feng Hongyin arrived at Cuiyu Tower, her whole body was exuding a strong black air. After arriving in her room, she closed the door, walked to the table, poured out the wine, and poured herself a large glass.

Ye Chuijin laughed wildly in his heart, and on the surface made a soft and weak look, timidly pour the wine for him, and did not forget to show his loyalty: "Lord, look, is there any change in the slave's room?"

Feng Hongyin raised her head, and saw that her originally clean room had changed a lot, with all kinds of weird decorations and furnishings.

Feng Hongyin still nodded with a green face.

Seeing him nodding, the smile on her face became more sincere.

And just when she wanted to say something, Feng Hongyin didn't bother to communicate with her anymore, and especially simply reached out to press her on the table.

The hip flask on the quilt on the table was knocked to the ground, wet her sleeves.

The edges and corners of the table under her were so painful that she struggled with water waves in her eyes: "Master..."

Feng Hongyin pressed her hands on top of her head and pressed it down with this gesture.

The two were stuck together, she closed her eyes tightly, her tears slipped down, and she looked very pitiful.

In an enchanting atmosphere, Feng Hongyin vigorously slapped the table beside her fiercely.

The table was suddenly shaken by him.

The person under him opened his eyes at a loss, and saw that he was still pale with blue veins on his forehead violently, staring at her viciously and said: "Scream, dumb?"

She was at a loss: "Huh?"

There was a [ding] in Feng Hongyin's mind.

【Ding——The task is complete. 】

Although he was slapped on the table, he tried hard, and his hand was tightly grasping her wrist, it was considered skin-to-skin, she also said "Ah".

There is no reason why this task cannot be completed.

Feng Hongyin immediately let go of her hand, and turned away without looking back.

Ye Chuijin was stunned: [This is all right? ? 】

On the second day, Feng Hongyin once again stepped into Cuiyu Tower with an iron expression on his face.

This time he was going up, and there was another "ding" in his mind.

[Ding-task release: He held her soft and rubbed it, the face of the person under him flushed. 】

Feng Hongyin endured the next dynasty, and when he returned home, he lifted the new table again.

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