"Wake up?" The man hummed slightly.

"Why are you here?" The leader said at the same time, wondering in his heart.

"This time it wasn't the king who woke you up." The man continued lightly.

"You woke me up again." The leader said again at the same time, gritting his teeth slightly.

"But the candle is too bright?" The man closed the scroll in his hand and glanced at the small lamp on the table beside the couch.

"The candlelight is dim, so you can turn it brighter when you read it." The leader said at the same time for the third time, his eyes falling on the small lamp on the table beside the couch. If there were gauze lanterns in the four corners of the tent just now, the lights were bright, and the tent was half dark at this time, and only a stove next to the couch was still simmering. The lights on the couch seemed to be intentionally dimmed, not brighter than before.

The last time they spoke in unison, the two were stunned at the same time. I don't know if it was late at night, and the words also tended to calm down.

Some eight leaned on the couch wall, and seemed to be looking at something seriously before.

The leader found her head still hung in the arms of others, her pillow curled up on the corner of the couch grievously, her face was slightly hot, did she have such nostalgia for him? She could rush to him even when she fell asleep... She quietly moved away from the man , Pulled the pillow, and returned to the pillow. Although the movement was light, it caused the wound, and she whispered.

In exchange, the man sneered, "isn't it too late?"

The leader almost uttered the old question again and asked him why he came here. In fact, that is not what she should be concerned about. He is right here. Is she OK to submit the change now, or go back and talk about it? He wouldn't touch her now anyway.

As she was thinking, the wound started to itch again. She knew it shouldn’t be, but the itch was uncomfortable, and she didn’t know what the person was applying to her wound, so she couldn’t help but reach out...

The hand hadn't touched the clothes, only a "pop" was heard, and the palm of the hand had already been punched, and it was so hot.

She stared at him hard, "You hit me... what kind of medicine did you use for me, it's itchy and itchy!"

It is not inferior to evil, and he immediately said coldly: "Itching but cures quickly! Scratch it, it's best to scratch the wound and leave a big scar, ugly."

The leader was suffocated by him and couldn't make a sound immediately, but it was really itchy and painful. Mouba stared at her, but she beat him again, gritted her teeth, turned around, and wanted to scratch her hands secretly, but was quickly caught Grab it with confidence.

She had to turn back and tried to earn, but she couldn't get rid of it and pulled to the wound. The pain caused her to take a breath and dare not move.

An evil gleam on the lips of a certain eight, "Deserve it."

She couldn't itch, and scolded him half to death in her heart, but begged on her face: "Itching, just one."

A certain gloating gloating, suddenly reached out and tapped her acupuncture points.

She suddenly couldn't move her body, and almost didn't swear, but Xuba put her hands down and lifted the quilt on her body.

"What are you doing?" She looked at him suspiciously.

He said slowly and rationally: "The acupuncture points are not well sealed for a long time, and the body and blood are blocked."

"Ba Ye, don't you know if you don't know how to solve it?" She smiled and said, wishing to kill him.

Some eight eyes shone, and long fingers suddenly picked up her belt——

The leader was taken aback, startled, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't touch me..."

Xuba smiled, stretched out her hand and poked her body again, and now she couldn't even make a sound, she could only watch him open her clothes belt, when his breath came to her face. When she went up, she was humiliated and gritted her teeth... He looked at her evilly, and suddenly picked up her hands and tied them tightly with his clothes.

She was startled, but he smiled plausibly, "What are you so scared of?"

He said that he stretched out his hand and tapped her twice in a row, suddenly turned over and got out of the bed, and walked out of the tent, leaving her stunned for a while, only to realize that the acupuncture point had been unlocked, and subconsciously he was going to get rid of the **** one. He appeared under her eyelids again when she was wearing her clothes.

The lights were dim, but he could still see a porcelain bowl in his hand. There was a faint bitterness in the air.

She was taken aback again, he had already returned to sit down and put the bowl on the table...ignoring her, he took her into his arms with one hand, and put the porcelain bowl with the other to her lips.

She pursed her lips and drank the medicine with his hand.

The medicinal soup was extremely bitter, but fortunately she was not a spoiled person, and with the movements of certain eighth, the little touch that she finally produced in her heart suddenly became cold.

It seemed that it was the first time that Naha had done this kind of thing. She could feel how stiff his hands were, and the medicinal soup was almost poured in by him. She choked, trying to make him slow down, but her mouth was filled with helplessness. He was full of medicine, his hands were tied again, and with an idea, he stretched out his foot and kicked him hard.

Some eight is definitely a tooth-for-tooth person. He raised one foot and pressed her two legs and feet severely. Fortunately, his hand moved slightly with his body, and the thorn bowl finally left her lips slightly.

She seized the gap, swallowed the medicine hurriedly, and gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Do you understand, do you want to kill me so anxiously?"

After being criticized, certain eighth pursed his lips and shook his hand, and wanted to knock on her head. Finally, he withdrew his hand, put the bowl on the case, and sneered: "You can drink it yourself if you are so capable."

The leader glanced at his wrists blankly, raised his hand in front of his eyes, and said with an aura: "Can I drink this?"

Some eight tugged, "I don't want to let the master wait!"

The leader took a deep breath, "Then, do you feed me?"

The corners of a certain eight lips raised and raised the bowl.

This time his waitership has made a qualitative leap. For some reason, she was able to drank the medicine steadily, and she badly dripped a few drops of the medicinal soup on his clothes.

She clearly gritted her teeth and glanced at the marks on the robe with a look of disgust. He put the bowl aside, reached out and picked up the belt from her hand, and immediately got up and took off the robe. She was slightly happy. Then, when he suddenly picked the corner of his lips, she was slightly startled, and she felt a bad premonition in her heart.