Xia Qianchen had no idea that the red spots and swelling marks from her allergies were gradually dissipating.
She numbly crossed out a set of passwords she had just tried and typed in a new set of passwords. Suddenly, a beeping sound sounded, and the combination lock was finally unlocked!
Xia Qianchen was stunned for a moment, then took out two pistols from the drawer and then took out the magazine.
She once learned hunting and knew how to use a shotgun and a pistol using similar principles.
She loaded the bullet, turned the pistol handsomely in her hand, hid a handful in her arms, and then breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
That smile was outlined in the faint wall lights, as if it were painted on a vintage scroll...
Sitting on the carpet, she exudes a peaceful and plush light.
Young Emperor Nangong's heart suffocated, and his expression suddenly became unpredictable.
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A moment later, in the corner of the study room on the first floor, a dragon-shaped nozzle spit out light pink smoke.
Xia Qianchen smelled a strange aroma and felt strange, but the next second, she fainted on the carpet without any consciousness.
There was a sound of the ground door opening.
Young Emperor Nangong stood at the entrance with a tall back and walked down the stairs.
Strong arms lifted Xia Qianchen from the ground.
Her finger bones were loose and the pistol fell from her palm to the ground.
Young Emperor Nangong raised her jaw.
What you can see is an extremely delicate face, with lips like red wine, and thick eyelashes casting light eye shadow. She is completely bare-faced, but she seems to have been carefully decorated. Her eyebrows are thinly drawn, her eyebrows are curved downward, and her ears are long and pointed.
People think of fairies whispering softly in the forest.
Any man will be deceived when he sees such a face.
Young Emperor Nangong frowned. Although he had seen many beauties, this was the first time for him to be so stunningly beautiful.
Fairy. The only word suitable to describe her.
The soft, boneless body floated in his arms.
Young Emperor Nangong placed her on the sofa bed.
Xia Qianchen took in the incense and fell into a coma, unaware of everything in front of her.
The long black hair is tied high, with several curls falling from the temples.
Nangong Young Emperor reached out to touch her hair, and the silky touch flowed in his hands, like water.
Xia Qianchen unconsciously leaned her face into his palm and rubbed it gently.
Nangong Young Emperor's eyes darkened.
He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head to touch her lips.
Just then Rhodes' voice sounded from upstairs:
"Young Master Emperor, what are you doing? It's getting late, please rest?"
Young Emperor Nangong paused, as if he suddenly realized what he was doing, and his expression became extremely complicated.
He actually almost fell into this woman's trap and was confused by her?
He grabbed her chin hard, her fair cheeks were sunken, and she frowned because of the pain in her coma. Even her frown looked so beautiful.
"It hurts..." she said vaguely.
Only then did Nangong Young Emperor realize that his arm was pressing on her injured shoulder.