Nangong Yi spoke very slowly and softly, and smiled very charmingly and evilly. His warm breath blew on Youer's face, smelling faintly of lavender.
"You're so big, damn Bingshan, don't push yourself too far! The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes."
You'er pointed at someone's nose angrily, with a pair of eyes that could almost spit out fire. Impossible, absolutely impossible. His figure is none of her business. There are so many people with good figures, and they are so animalistic. He
Can you say anything more outrageous?
"you do not believe?"
Nangong also raised his eyebrows, his red lips became even brighter and full of temptation, and his whole body exuded an extremely ambiguous aura.
You'er looked straight at him, with a murderous glare. If eyes could kill, Nangong Yi would probably have died countless times by now. He was so stupid that he didn't believe it. Of course she didn't believe it.
"Then do you feel that your whole body is sore, your limbs are weak, and your head is still dizzy."
Nangong Yi chuckled, looking at her with a playful look, as if - as if she was already his prey.
"My whole body aches and my limbs are weak——"
You'er murmured, she felt sore all over her body and her limbs were weak. Could it be that what happened to the two of them yesterday? In her mind, she thought that she would feel this way after seeing a man and a woman having sex in some places.
"My figure is so bad, I can't feel anything when I touch it, and I can't even kiss. Yu Yishan, last night I——
It’s very hard——”
Nangong also looked at You'er's expression and continued. The pig in front of him had obviously begun to believe it.
Yaya, how innocent she is! She knew she couldn't drink. The little universe exploded and slapped Nangong Yi on the face.
Instead of hearing the expected crisp sound, the right hand's hand was caught in mid-air.
"Yu Yishan, I was the one who suffered a loss yesterday. I made do with it to satisfy your desires. You can't bite Lu Dongbin like a dog."
Nangong Yi narrowed his peach blossom eyes, shot out a dangerous aura, and grabbed your right hand tightly.
"Yaya, you idiot, you damn Bingshan, go to hell!"
Seeing that he couldn't be beaten, the right boy reached out and picked up a glass of milk on the table, splashed every drop on a certain handsome face, and ran out quickly without looking back.
"Fool--"
Nangong also smiled lowly, stretched out his slender fingers, wiped the milk off his face, and looked at your left son's back, without regaining consciousness for a long time.