She just stood up a little more vigilantly when an object struck her head by air and fell on her head, covering her face, a bitter medicine smell covering her face, eyes, nose and mouth.

She gritted her teeth and stretched out somebody’s dirty robe. Soba sat back in time. He bent down and took off his boots, put his feet on the couch, and looked at the scroll that he had just put on the table. The other hand stretched over to tuck the quilt, but he felt empty. He seemed to be startled slightly. When she looked over, she had wrapped herself tightly with a quilt, and he couldn't hold the quilt.

He pursed his lips, and shook his big hand-at this moment, she knew that he wanted to beat her without checking his words.

Fortunately that she was still a patient, he stared at her fiercely, then continued to look at the things in his hands. He doesn't seem to be afraid of the cold, he only wears single clothes, and his body does not shiver at all.

She gave another bad eye, opened the quilt slightly, sighed, and said, "Master, it's really cold..."

Some eight raised his head from the scroll, his eyes raised, and he sneered: "Do you know you are wrong?"

He didn't move either, staring at her with his eyes, as if waiting for her to do something.

She was so happy that she suddenly realized that the pain just now seemed to disappear, and there was only some pain left, which was much better than itching—itching was just like that. After that time, it was over.

The heart-to-heart coolness that I had been rudely pouring medicine just now became a little gratitude.

However, the little gratitude returned to the little gratitude, the hand movement did not stop, carefully folded someone's robe, endured the pain, peeked at it, put it under the foot, and stepped on it, and laughed:" What kind of animal fur is tufted on this breast? I guess it is a mink, a rabbit or a fox? It's really warm, but it's not so cold now."

The sharp gaze fell on the outer robe that was trampled on by his feet, and the eyes fell suddenly, and the hand outstretched froze again. She looked at him with a faint smile, and saw that someone's fine body moved slightly, not knowing whether it was cold or angry, and finally someone held the scroll in her hand.

She was just startled, a gust of wind swept across the door, and the scroll knocked on her head. She was taken aback, yelled "Ah", and hurriedly covered the quilt on her face.

For a long while, she didn't feel any pain. She leaned out of the quilt and looked at it suspiciously. She saw the scroll hanging over her head, and the man looked at her with a specious smile.

She was taken aback, he held the scroll and hit her face again. She yelled and hurriedly hid under the quilt.

The man only heard a sneer in the ear, and she had been taken by him into his arms.

She ran into his body and touched the wound. She suddenly felt pain. She didn't dare to move again, but Mouba didn't seem to want to let her go. She stretched out her hand to itch her, and put her fingers all over her waist, eyes and armpits. , A low and evil voice blew in her ears with the heat, "Ugly, dare you?"

The wound no longer itch, but it changed to another itch... She was most afraid of this. In the past, she occasionally quarreled with Qin Ge, and it was hard to say who was right and who was wrong, but the two refused to talk to each other. She couldn't bear his coldness. Sometimes I wish I could admit the mistake before saying it, but she was a hard-talking lord, and she even went to the guest room to sleep several times, fearing that the two would sleep together, so she felt relieved.

One day or two days... at most three days, the calm Qin Ge couldn't help but act first, picking her up when she was sleeping soundly, hugged her back to his room, she tickles, asks She knew if she was wrong, and she dared not, until she gasped and said that she was wrong, she didn't dare anymore.

As a result, it was always her fault in the end. Qin Ge was satisfied, and robbed her frantically. Although he didn't know why he hadn't done anything like that to her at that time, his touch and seduce on her were enough to make her tremble and fear.

Her thoughts were slightly in a trance, and some eight’s despicable ~ despicable but quickly pulled her back to reality... She screamed to hide from his flexible and powerful fingers, and heard his cold snort in her ears, mastering the scroll. Squeeze her back on her back, press her towards herself, scratching her other hand on the sensitive part of her body again and again, in a calm voice, "Acknowledge your mistake, or I will kill you."

She refused, and the two bodies were close to each other. He held her tightly, fingers one after another, she carefully avoided the wound, her body ran over him like a fish to avoid it, and she was out of breath. , He also breathed a little rough and dumb, her eyes scattered on the ground unconsciously, and the scroll on the ground that he did not know when he took it down... She was shocked suddenly, because of the fiery heat coming from under her crotch... man The scorching and firm clone was pressing hard against her.

She did not dare to play with fire anymore, did not dare to move, and he did not know when his hand stopped still, holding on to her dangling hair, she was flustered, and looked up a little nervously, but Immediately glued into his eyes, those eyes were deep and black, and the flames were slightly burning, and in the light and shadow of the light, she saw the long hair in his eyes and her shoulders, and she was stunned.

He didn’t know when his thick fingertips touched her lips and scratched them along the arc of the lips. They were long or short. Sometimes they would drag to the corners of her lips, and at the same time they would be light. Or press it hard.

She trembled lightly all over, when his fingers pushed her mouth erotically, gently stirring her tongue, and holding her soft with the other hand, when she flicked and twisted at the top, that strong The fiery stimulus made her shiver and woke up suddenly. She was half lying on top of him. At this moment, she sat up on his belly as if being stabbed by something.

She knows very well that he is different from her. In his heart, passion and desire are two different things. Unexpectedly, he seems to be tempted now~ Hope...

Seeing his brows wrinkled slightly invisible, she quickly stroked the wound on her shoulder and screamed.

He seemed to tremble slightly, his eyebrows were slightly twisted, and then he hugged her on the pillow, let her lie down, pulled her single clothes slightly apart, and checked the wound.

She did it deliberately, but she didn't expect that the wound was really cracked just now.

This person can't feed medicine and wait for others, but the technical work of wrapping wounds and wounds is extremely neat and beautiful. He quickly helped her to re-medicate and bandage the wound.

After doing all this, he covered her with a quilt, his face was a bit ugly, and he said in a slight calm, "Sleep."