At night, Longyaochen, who was intoxicated with a bath towel, had just come out of the bathroom with wet hair. He looked at the flushed summer foam with a slight squint. In the dim light at the entrance, he did not really see it. Moreover, because he stayed in the snow for too long, some of his chills made his head a little dull and looked at the slight. Breathing people, there is a moment of dazzling.

Xia Yimo frowned sadly. She swallowed hard and said weakly, "Yes... I'm sorry... I... A moment... In a moment... Let's go... It was just a few words, but Xia Yimo said it was very hard.

She can only gasp with her nose because of the burning throat. She watches the cold facial features cut by the man's knife, and her heart trembles slightly. At night, a man is like Yan Luo coming out of hell. Satan, who is in charge of everything in darkness, makes people dare not look straight at him, but has to be intoxicated with his confusing facial features.

Long Yaochen stood there all the time, half-eyed with an eagle's eye, his ink-pupil gradually grew deep and quietly looking at the woman leaning against the door. After a while, his thin lips lifted a shallow arc of self-mockery if there was no one there... uuuuuuuu

He was really drunk and saw Ruohang!

Longyaochen lowered his eyes slightly and hid his lonely sadness. Suddenly, Xia Yimou's feet and legs softened and her breathing became more and more urgent, even chaotic and unregulated. She fantastically looked at Longyaochen, with her back close to the door, and held the door arm dead to support her weak body.

Longyaochen shook his drowsy head and then stepped up to Xia Yimo. He wanted to see who was in front of the door. Perhaps, even now, he has a trace of luxury.

The subtle mint flavor mixed with the male breath is getting closer and closer, which makes Xia Yimo's nerves thoroughly confused. At the moment when Longyaochen approached, she grabbed the door handle with difficulty and finally was unable to support her body. She poured her head and foot lightly towards Longyaochen's direction...

The woman's light fresh smell and hot body from her nose let Longyaochen frown slightly, trying to pull the body that fell on her body apart, but she was stunned in the middle of the action...

Xia Yimo is now totally in a confusion of thoughts. Her chaotic consciousness controls all her nerves. She slips across Longyaochen's well-defined chest accidentally under a painful gentle motion.

"Damn it!" Longyaochen shouted, his voice hoarse and magnetic, with a cold and dangerous breath, "Dead woman, let go!"

Long Yaochen grabbed Xia Yimo's arm and pulled her away from herself.

"Hmm" a cry, Xia Yimo wrist pain, she looked up at Longyaochen slightly, eyes flashing painful glittering light, small face is because of the role of alcohol and medicinal power, red as cooked shrimp.

Long Yaochen's pitiful gaze at Shang's gradually deepening. At this moment, such gaze coincides with Yan Ruocheng's in his mind...

At the next moment, his big palm suddenly grabbed Xia Yimo's waist, and his thin lips were covered with those two hot lips...

Xia Yimo's consciousness has completely disappeared, and everything can only continue with the instinct under the guidance of Longyaochen, as if, only like this... Only then can she be free!

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