It should be that he is angry.

"I warn you, don't give me too much!"

Got an inch?

what.

The lips of Mening extended out of the sneer, and smiled softly, looking up at the past.

In the eyes of the year, the dangerous storm was rolling. Not only was she not afraid, but she opened his hand.

"How dare I have to take a chance for you? I am nothing but a member of a few hundred women in your harem. In your eyes, what am I? A pet that can be sent freely? Or a dog that is obedient?"

Those women are his people, but he sends them out without blinking.

One day, sooner or later, will she fall to the end?

"Minning!!!"

In the next second, there was a violent overflow in the throat of the year, and the right hand of the iron-clamp buckled her delicate chin.

Looking at this face that makes people love and hate, the violent emotions in his heart gather like clouds.

"Which eye do you see I want to give you away? When did I hear that I only treat you as a dog?"

Her words not only devalued herself, but also disguised him in disguise.

"Yes will not go to bed with a dog!"

"..."

Moin bites his lip and ignores the pain from his chin. He leans away from his anger and his heart flashes a bit of bitterness.

"How long can this situation last?"

Men are all new and tired, waiting for her freshness, and the women who are sent out are her lessons.

The helplessness and stunned in her eyes caused the anger of the words of the year to be extinguished, but the brow was still wrinkled.

"Tell me, are you jealous or afraid?"

Mourning glimpsed away from his burning gaze.

"You think too much."

"You listen well, some words I only say once, whether it is before or now, or even in the future, I will only have you a woman."

Suddenly, she suddenly stretched her arms and held her in her arms. The tone was accompanied by an obvious compromise. "You are mine, me, and you."

Listening to his hegemonic declaration, Mo Ning hangs down the long black eyelashes, and his heart has a glimpse of the unclear taste.

Yansi took her head and some hated the iron. "Stupid woman, I really don't know what you think every day in your head."

"You are stupid!"

Like a cat who was stepped on his tail, Moin glared at him.

This sturdy appearance made the last glimmer of anger at the end of the year, with a low smile and a laugh.

Straight to the smile of Mo Ning was a little angry and angry, and then re-hold her in his arms.

"You don't have to think that you are under the fence, you don't have to think that you are lower than anyone else. I will give you whatever you want, all the consequences, I will help you. Believe me, Moining is always Moining."

Mo Ning stunned and looked at him slyly, trying to find traces of jokes from his eyes.

But no matter how she looks for it, the man's eyes are calm and gentle like water, like the sea, with the tolerance of the sea, and instantly hit the softness in a corner of her heart.

Mening is always Mo Ning?

In other words, even if she is now a lover of the Year, can she still have freedom and dignity?

She opened her mouth and wanted to ask him why he was so good to himself.

It was swallowed by her mouth, and the complex eyebrows.

"Thank you."

The words of the words of the year made her faint fears quietly dispersed.