The originally dark room suddenly became extremely bright. A table, a chair, a flower, a grass, and all the belongings were revealed, including, of course, the man lying on the bed with a sneer on his face.

Lan Yilin was stunned, holding a shoe she had taken off from her foot. She was neither throwing it away nor wearing it.

This man, lying on her bed like a cat, didn't know what he wanted to do. The "robust words" he just said must have entered his ears word for word. It was too late to pretend now.

Then, she bit it and finally threw the shoe in her hand heavily to the ground. In fact, she really wanted to throw the shoe at this smelly man's face, but she had no choice but to see that his face was terrifyingly gloomy now, so she decided to do the next best thing.

Take care of yourself

"You're right! This mouth is as sharp as a knife." Sheng Yu got up from the bed, half-squinted his eyes, and clapped his hands perfunctorily.

The applause was sparse and useless.

Another mockery!

Lan Yilin's eyes were widened and red from crying a moment ago, and she clenched her hands tightly into fists, telling herself: Forbearance is the most beautiful virtue, and China's five thousand years of glorious culture was built on this basis. She couldn't

Face to face, she wanted to hit the rock with cotton and make the big rock invisible. However, it was easy to think but difficult to do. While her reason was still struggling, her instinct was to pick up the shoes that had just been thrown to the ground.

Unfortunately, Shi Weijie died before the official death of the shoes. Sheng Yu had already held the shoes between his fingers in a very "gentlemanly" manner, with a sneer on his lips. She was in pain, and her wrists immediately loosened the shoes weakly, unable to hit them.

That's for kicking! Then, like a crazy beast, Lan Yilin kicked Sheng Yu's calf bone fiercely.

What kind of coquettishness does this man have? He is only wearing a bathrobe, and his lower legs are exposed outside the robe. As long as he aims at the target, it is not difficult to kick him.

However, Lan Yilin is always Lan Yilin, and Sheng Yu is still Sheng Yu. They are not evenly matched. Just comparing strength and height is enough, not to mention the advantages that other women do not have naturally. Then, it is very difficult to compare.

Normally, Lan Yilin's legs had only been raised ten centimeters. Sheng Yu had already understood what she was trying to do and sidestepped her move. He missed, and Lan Yilin was so angry that she stared with big red eyes. That look was indeed a bit...

scary

However, Sheng Yu seemed to be addicted to teasing her. The angrier she was, the happier he laughed. When she kicked, he would dodge and would not confront her. After ten rounds, Lan Yilin was exhausted, but he still stood there as dignified as

The ruler stared at her

"Out of breath?"

The words were cold and brought Lan Yilin back to her senses. Oh my God, what was she doing just now? She was still dreaming of fighting with this man. How is it possible? She is a human and he is a beast. They are not on the same level.

Yes, she went crazy and played cat and mouse with him here.
Chapter completed!