Chapter 52 Seemingly ruthless but affectionate, seemingly affectionate but ruthless (52)

"It's my birthday today, where's my gift?" He stretched out a paw toward her and stared at her with his dark eyes, without blinking, like a big, aggrieved dog.

Jiaoyang silently slapped his claws away: "Didn't I just give you all the water chestnuts?"

Huo Quci was drunk and waited for a long time before retorting: "That's Ling's, what's yours?"

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows, then started to laugh evilly again, and leaned into his ear, deliberately irritating this drunken boy who was not thinking clearly and had little self-control: "Unmarried couple"

, what difference should we make between you and me?"

Huo Quci's fire suddenly burned up, both psychologically and physically. He stretched out his hand to pull Jiaoyang over, then turned over and pinned her down on the sofa, biting, gnawing and nibbling at her neck.

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"There is no sincerity at all."

He made a hoarse sound, and the smell of alcohol on his body spread into her nose.

Jiaoyang opened her arms in cooperation, hugged him to her chest, and giggled: "Isn't this enough?"

"Not enough." Not enough at all.

Huo Quci lifted up Jiaoyang's skirt. She didn't wear much in summer. He took Jiaoyang's knee-high black stockings down to her ankles, revealing a pair of overly slender legs in white.

He stretched out his hand and touched it bit by bit from bottom to top, his fingers trembling.

"Well" Zuo Jiling frowned, he was having an extremely unstable dream. He turned over on the sofa nearby and did not wake up.

Huo Quci looked there and his body tensed up. When he turned around, he happened to meet a pair of playful eyes with long and thick eyelashes.

"Are you scared?" she asked him softly.

Huo Quci looked at her silently, then suddenly took her lips and pressed against her, letting her know with his actions whether he was afraid or not.

Even if he is really afraid, so what. She is the person he can never resist, and she is also the woman he wants to get even to death.

Huo Quci picked her up and took her to the room. Jiaoyang clung to her neck and fell tenderly on his chest. Both of them were waiting for what should happen to happen.

"Are you sure?" She smiled and raised the head buried in her body, faced herself, reminded her for the last time, and whispered softly, "The irresponsible kind."

Huo Quci frowned and stared at her with his dark eyes again, his thoughts in a trance, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about.

He thought for a while and nodded.

Jiaoyang smiled instantly, slightly curling up the corners of her mouth, as beautiful as if she were stained with rouge. Her eyebrows were charming, her face was charming and charming, and her eyes were as sparkling as water. She was born to be a demon who came to the world to deceive people's hearts.

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Huo Quci was so drunk that he looked at it, and she calmly pressed a kiss to her fingertips, and then pressed it on his thin lavender lips.

Jiaoyang just raised her head and looked at him with a sweet smile.

Huo Quci's reason suddenly collapsed.

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Men and women, innocent or not. To put it bluntly, there are just two kinds of relationships. In Jiaoyang's world view, there is only such a difference.

The early morning cicadas had already sounded. Huo Quci lifted up the quilt and covered his head with a splitting headache.

Suddenly, some fragmentary memories of last night flooded into his mind, and he froze on the spot.

Jiaoyang is no longer here, and Zuo Jiling is looking for her outside, calling her name as she walks.

Inside, his bed was a mess.

Huo Quci suddenly noticed something. There was a small patch of red blood on the sheets. He held his head and his pupils dilated slightly.

Can you believe it? Yuanyuan was almost asleep when I was writing this chapter. Jiaoyang and Xiaoci woke up, and Yuanyuan could finally sleep. It’s great, yeah zzz
Chapter completed!