Chapter 236: Birthday Warcraft Hooligan One Drama 2
When Xiaoxiao came back after getting her hair cut, Aunt Tao told her: Mr. Han was waiting for her in the room.
She was stunned for a moment, and an unknown premonition suddenly arose.
Turning off the laptop in the study room, she carefully opened the bedroom door and walked in.
The room was very dark, like a gloomy night, with dark clouds covering the sky, moon, and stars.
The surroundings were dark and silent...and Han Feifei was half leaning on his bed motionless, closing his eyes tightly.
Suddenly, Han Murphy opened her eyes suddenly. The deep, ruthless, and cold look in her bright eyes was like a cold wind blowing from Siberia, making her shiver all over in this hot September.
It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she had never understood Han Murphy.
His temper, his personality, and what's going on in his heart have always been a mystery to her.
"You...are...back..." She tried her best to ask in a calm tone. However, even she felt that the words she said were full of trepidation.
"Xiaoxiao, come here." Han Murphy called softly, his tone as warm as the spring breeze in March.
It was at that moment that his deep, ruthless, and cold eyes suddenly turned tender.
Xiaoxiao feels from the bottom of her heart that it was a fatal mistake to define [painting heart] as a mobile phone ringtone.
This time it was good, she really got a man whose eyes she couldn't see through.
She walked over on thin ice and sat down next to Han Murphy.
As soon as his butt touched the edge of the bed, his body was pushed down heavily, his hands were tightly clamped together, and his clothes were torn crazily.
Love, love and hatred are intertwined in the air, with bloody possession and painful moans.
She really didn't know what she had done wrong. Han Feifei wanted to treat her like this and kill her.
She only knew that if she continued like this, she would die under him sooner or later...
In a daze, she felt that everything had become ethereal, and the pain and pain had become unreal.
What's wrong with her? Is she dying?
If so, there's nothing wrong with it.
"Smile, smile, smile..." Gentle calls woke her up from the darkness. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw herself lying in Han Murphy's arms.
"Girl, you can really sleep. You slept from nine o'clock last night to eight o'clock this morning, a full 11 hours." Her face was gently lifted by Han Murphy's slender fingers, and she met his pair of slender eyes.