Murong Ting froze and looked at her proudly: "Kong Wange, do you have no eyes?"

Isn't he so good?

One meter nine is white and long? Eight abdominal muscles are vegetarian?

He suspected that she had never seen a man at all!

"I am angry? Really, I'm just telling the truth."

Murong Ting was really angry. He grabbed her wrist and pressed her underneath.

Kong Wange did not expect Murong Ting to come to bed in a word!

Feeling the vigorous and powerful body of a man, she was almost strictly stitched, and her cheeks were heating: "Murong Ting, are you crazy, you get up!"

"Oh, scared? Since you are so counseled, don't provoke me just now."

The sense of oppression on his body is too strong, Kong Wange can't help struggling: "You release, don't your legs?"

She could feel his blood in the bed with her nightdress.

Put it on your legs, wet.

The woman under her only wore a ice -blue nightdress, her fair skin was exposed to the air, her eyes were slightly red, and the slender eyelashes trembled, making people want to want ...

Kiss up.

Aware of this idea, Murong Ting's gradually lost his mind.

What is he thinking?

Kiss Kong Wange?

He is not really crazy!

He pushed her away, and then he found that he seemed to feel that his body also felt ...

He was anxious to pull the blanket next to him and cover it.

Kong Wange didn't notice his minds, but he couldn't breathe.

The bad degree of this man has been increasing day by day.

She got up angrily from the bed, sorted out the pajamas, looked at the blood on the skirt, turned her head cold: "simply let you bleed to death."

Murong Ting's heart was upset, and she was not angry: "It's not you mocked me first."

Kong Wange was too lazy to talk to him, squatting down directly to deal with the wound.

She didn't keep it at all.

Murong Ting didn't say a word.

He is full of his head now. How can he feel about Kong Wange?

Is it true that for so many years and lack of women?

Seeing the man in front of him frowned like a wood, Kong Wange's gas was uncomfortable. He could only throw a cotton swab and suture the wound.

This time, the injury was more serious than the last time I was in the medical hall.

"I only have simple anesthesia at hand, and the effect of the medicinal is not very strong. If you can't stand it, I will tell me if you can't get it."

Women's words pulled back to Murong Ting's consciousness.

He cleared his throat and said: "You sew, I have pain to resist."

Death must be sinned with face.

Listening to him, Kong Wange was too lazy to care for him, and began to suture after using anesthesia.

The nerves of the thighs are not particularly sensitive, but it still hurts.

Murong Ting's forehead exuded cold sweat, but never said nothing, but observed the woman in front of her.


Chapter completed!