Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

She raised her face, wet by sweat, but very pale.

She smiled at Mobson: "We are... close...”

Mobson's cheeks dripping with sweat.

With bloody sweat, it makes the whole person look sexy.

“Come on, Lin...”

“...” Huang Ling smiled and continued to climb forward.

Finally, she climbed the glass path!

“Brother Mo!” Huang Ling quickly climbed to Mobson's feet, ignoring the pain.

“Huang Ling!” Mobson lowered his head and looked at her with excitement, more heartache in his eyes.

Huang Ling held his legs in his hands and slowly climbed up with a force.

“I did it... we did it...” Huang Ling said excitedly, his voice trembling.

Just climbed up, her legs softened and fell again.

Her hands climbed Mobson's waist.

Mobson's waist was cut with two knives and a knife wound.

When Huang Ling caught him, he took a breath of air and couldn't help but fight chestnuts for a while.

Huang Ling's palms were stabbed with glass shards, some pieces were still stuck in the meat and did not come out.

The pain made her joints inflexible, holding her hand tight on Mobson's waist and not feeling Mobson's chestnut.

She climbed up with all her strength.

The pain in the soles of her feet made her unstable, and her whole soft, bloody body fell on Mobson.

“I'll help you untie the rope...!” Huang Ling slowly moved behind Mobson, reaching back.

Mobson lowered his head and looked at Huang Ling with complexity and heartache.

Her clothes are all blood...

“Untied?” He lowered his head, his mouth close to Huang Ling's ears, and his gentle voice was very low and very nice.

“No... no...” I wish I had a knife. Huang Ling is in a hurry.

Huang Ling thought that a bodyguard had come and had a very small military knife in his hand.

He swung the rope a few times and the rope broke.

Mobson lost too much blood and his legs weren't as strong as usual.

Once the rope was broken, and Huang Ling lay down on him again, he sat down with the whole person along the tree.

Huang Ling followed him and fell.

Both hands were untied and Mobson held Huang Ling tightly in his arms, despite the pain.

“Huang Ling! My Huang Ling!” He was excited and his voice was trembling.

He kept using his face, scratching Huang Ling's face, his voice swallowed, “Silly girl, why are you making yourself suffer like this? Why torture yourself like this? ”

Huang Ling lets him hold her. She is not a soldier and has no ability to withstand Mobson's strength.

As soon as people came back, she felt a little relaxed, and she felt all sore and weak.

It's like being chased by a dog, fleeing without knowing where the strength comes from, running desperately, running desperately.

In the course of the run, there is no need to say how excited the will is, as soon as you flee to a safe place, the whole person is as empty as a vacuum.

Huang Ling now, that's how it feels.

Her body was held tight by Mobson on a soft patch.

Smell the blood on her ~ bloody ~ smell, Mobson's heartbroken eyes fever.

“It's all right...” Huang Ling smiled, tears dropped, "Brother Mo, we're all right... we're all right...”

Tears wet her eyes, blurred her vision, she looked up and touched Mobson's face, "Brother Mo, do you hurt? ”

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