Chapter 227 I was hurt for you, but can I say it?

"It's me again?" Mo Nanjue's eyes widened and glanced at her playfully, "I told you to speak, you either say you or say me, you and me, are you, that's it, you are just like that

I hope we are united? It is what I said before, you have me, I have you..."

Before he finished speaking, the man kissed the corner of her mouth with a thin lips.

“…”

have to.

Tong Ran was completely blocked by his theory of super universe for the Nth time.

She can now completely confirm how toxic Devils Kiss is.

because……

Because this man is obviously not the same as him last night!

If his sex that is so difficult to change for thousands of years is completely covered up, I guess nothing else has such power except Devils Kiss.

In a daze, the big hand wandering around her waist became more and more excessive. Tong Ran felt her body softer and hurriedly twisted her waist to get rid of it, but was pressed down again, "What are you moving around? Hum?"

"I..." Tong Ran paused for a moment, remembering that he could not say me anymore, so he quickly changed his words, "It's just that when you press your hands like this, it hurts and it feels uncomfortable."

If this continues, he will probably have to make more in-depth actions.

"Hand hurt?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, and his handsome face immediately showed a violent look, but he did not press on her anymore. He held up her left hand with a serious expression with one hand, bent down slightly, and his other hand was placed on her legs

At the bend, I picked her up directly!

The slender legs spread out and walked towards the big bed.

After walking for a few steps, Mo Nanjue weighed the woman in his hand and frowned, "It's getting lighter and lighter. Could it be that the meat you usually eat is in the pig's belly?"

...

What does it mean to eat it into a pig's belly?!

Tong Ran was held by him with one hand like this, so he could only stretch out his hand to wrap his neck, clenched his fists and made a move behind his back to beat his head.

Can't this man be changed to a metaphor? Which is the same as a pig?

"You dare to hum secretly?" The man had excellent ears. Hearing the humming sounds overflowing between her nose, he raised his legs and pushed his knees at her legs, which were sensitive and sensitive!

"Ah--" Tong Ran trembled all over and hit his right hand on his shoulder, "Mo Nanjue, let me down!"

He can really feel love in any part!

Mo Nanjue strode to the edge of the bed, and threw Tong Ran on the bed with his hands loosened!

"Hiss-Mo Nanjue, you don't know that my hands hurt!"

Although her left hand was still held by his big palm, she still felt the wound tremble. Even if she didn't feel the pain, it would be wrong for him to throw her into the wounded like this!

"Your hands hurt?" The man sneered, staring straight at her bandaged left hand, vaguely revealing the coldness and heaviness, "Tong Ran, do you know your hands hurt too?! I tell you, you won't give it to me today.

I explained how my hands were injured, so I tied your hands and feet together so that you could not move a single step in the future!”

“…”

Both hands and feet are tied together?!

Isn’t that the posture used only when roasting a suckling pig?!

It's a pity that he thought about it!

Could it be that in his heart she was just a roast suckling pig waiting to enjoy?!

"Say!" Mo Nanjue bent down, knelt on the bed with one leg, and lie down her body with her pussy, "Let me explain it clearly every word, what's going on with the injury of your hand?!"

"..." I was hurt for you, but can I say it?
Chapter completed!