Chapter 408 Reality (6)

Her breathing is intertwined with his breathing, creating a fascinating temptation.

But he is still the same expression.

Indifference and condescending to look at her.

Only he held the wall and pressed the wall hard.

His twilight is a bit deeper.

Bai Weiwei was seen by him to have some hair and knocked on the system. "The excitement is not high."

The system is holding the net fishing with no expression. "No, I have never seen a person who can keep the excitement at the same level, and then no longer, it is not like a human, machine-like."

Bai Weiwei: "...I also think he is like a robot."

I used to think that there are some ups and downs.

Also not particularly normal.

Bai Weiwei is somewhat depressed. What is the robot strategy? Online, etc.

She thought about it and tried to reach out and hug his waist softly.

The man's waist is surprisingly strong, because of the suit, some people are not sure if there is any meat.

Bai Weiwei instinctively squeezed, hard state.

Ye Yuxuan stiffened in the same position, but the breathing was heavier and seemed to be forbearing.

It is clear that the excitement should rise, and Bai Weiwei thinks a bit.

Or should it go further?

She was courageous, and her fingers clung to his waist. The whole person was cheeky into his arms, his face leaning against his chest, and he tried to squeeze a smile.

"I really like you, or I will hold you what you are doing."

With so many planes, she has already been trained as a super old driver, saying that she is hugged and said that she is close to her, and she is not soft.

Ye Yuxuan is very silent.

Suddenly she felt that the man she was holding, the body slackened, and seemed to accept the fate.

Then a series of health reminders came.

[The remaining life of forty-two days, forty-three days, forty-four...]

Bai Weiwei wants to incarnate the big octopus all-purpose glue, and sticks to him.

Lifetime cash machine, hold for a minute, more than the live pay of ten planes.

[Forty-seven days, fifty-five days...]

How can there be no transition in fifty-five days?

Bai Weiwei was shocked by this increase, and then she did not wait for her to understand.

She was pushed away by Ye Yuxuan, and her hands were held by one hand and held high.

Bai Weiwei looked up and saw that his black scorpion was so terrible that he had a kind of sharpness.

"Do you dream?"

Bai Weiwei is amazed, dreaming?

His voice is also low. "I don't like dreams, you like..."

what do you like?

Bai Weiwei just asked, he clasped her wrists and tried hard to make her struggle.

His other hand clasped her chin and leaned down. The thin lips said coldly: "In the future, don't like anyone, just look at me."

This sentence is a ruthless hegemony.

Those men in their dreams can have her love.

He only felt that the chest was filled with a strange and tearing discomfort.

Maybe it is, maybe.

Anyway, the emotion he never experienced, made him ugly and impulsive.

For the first time, Bai Weiwei wanted to avoid a man's confrontation, rigorous restraint, and like a terrible darkness crouching, instinctively fearful.

She couldn't step back and had to face her face. The curvature of her neck was fragile and pale, with a few undetectable passive resistance.

Ye Yuxuan only felt that the string in his heart was broken.

He suddenly loosened the hand that held her chin.

Bai Weiwei did not hear the excitement rise, he also buckled her hand, nothing happened.

She looked at him with some temptation and hesitantly.

(End of this chapter)