My Heroic Life

An unprecedented, all-round green enjoyment.

If it was normal, she would separate the two, reprimanding them for how shameless it was to do it in front of her, but now, she can only tremble, endure the wonderful feelings in her heart, and look at Malda Like her last night, pestering men in the same position.

Originally, Joan, who had seized the opportunity to steal the food and succeeded, just watched others steal the food in front of her, and she complied with that sentence.

It is said that the way of heaven is reincarnation, who is forgiven by heaven.

It's a pity that not only did this time of life like years not pass right away, there was also a second act.

After separating, Marda panted and made a gesture of turning her head in the direction of Joan. In fact, she just wanted to lift her hair, but Roland did not dare to let her do this. They were separated. It's too close.

In the gap between the quilt, Joan's body was stiff, Roland hurriedly reached out to hold Malda's head to let her look at him, gritted his teeth and kissed again.

"Lan?"

"Don't look anywhere now, just look at me."

"I, I... okay."

"..."

Joan was silent, numb, and began the second wave of watching movies, experiencing the strange feeling of retribution, which was terribly angry but had nowhere to vent.

After a long time, the two separated, and Malda straightened up flushed. She gasped for a while and asked timidly: "How do you feel, are you refreshing?"

"...It feels very exciting, I am very energetic now, and my heart is about to jump out."

Roland smiled stiffly and said this with deep meaning. Fortunately, the ECG side was barely controlled by himself and was still in the normal range. Without attracting the doctor, Malda blushed and stroked her chest and nodded.

"Me, my heart, too, beating so fast."

"..."

I think our reasons may be different. Roland sighed helplessly, and suddenly felt Joan's body shaking on his body, and began to stroke his chest with his hands.

What, what's the situation?Joan, are you crazy?Are you still pranking at this time?

Itchy feelings kept coming, Roland tried his best to keep his face unchanged, thinking about how to stop the girl's behavior, but within a few seconds, he suddenly realized that Joan did not seem to be revenge, but writing!

It was a trajectory repeated in the same position. It should be a word. Roland pretended to breathe and felt it carefully, and finally understood what Joan wrote.

Is it... shoes?I go!shoe!

Roland screamed frantically at this moment. After Malda came in, he found that Roland woke up and rushed over so that he hadn't noticed yet, but after scanning the position of the young man, he saw clearly.

It was a pair of black high-heeled shoes, which was thrown by Jeanne on the floor at the end of the bed last night. Now he is lying quietly at the back right of Malda.

If Malda finds that Joan of Arc's shoes are in front of Roland's bed, but the person is gone, and Roland is holding the quilt and can't get out of bed, what would she think?

Ha ha.

Send dead questions.

Why, why is it so?

Roland wanted to cover his stomach, remembering that Joan was lying there and hurriedly retracted his hand, feeling that he was going to throw up again.

At this point, turning back is a dead end. Only by charging all the way can there be a glimmer of hope. Roland gritted his teeth, and he reached out to hold Malda's right hand, looking like he wanted to hold his hand, seeing Malda. There is no doubt, the two succeeded in holding hands, and the girl's body was slanted to the left, which made her need to twist her body to look back to the right, which was very awkward.

The first step blocked the possibility of Malda turning right naturally, and the second step was to divert attention and take the opportunity to retrieve the evidence.

"Malda, I'm a little hungry. I haven't eaten for many days, and my stomach is a little empty."

"Yeah, indeed." Malda nodded when Roland reminded him, and sighed secretly for the awkwardness caused by her momentary excitement, without even considering the man's appetite.

"Then I will contact the staff to bring some food over, Roland, just lie down."

Hearing that the girl was leaving for a while, Roland was in ecstasy for an instant, and he almost wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate. As long as Marda walked out of the room, it didn’t take long to leave. Only one or two seconds would be enough for Jean to escape from the bed Of it.

In Roland's expectant gaze, Malda smiled at him, and then... began to press the left hand terminal.

"..."

Damn it!Evil technology!

"I, I'm actually not that hungry, I mean just give me an apple."

Roland stopped Malda, who was like ordering takeout, grabbed her right hand and stretched her finger to the back. On the small round table surrounded by the sofa, there was a plate of attractive fresh fruits.

"Fruit? Although it's not good to eat after a few days, but if you want it..."

Malda could not turn right back in Roland's card position. She could only turn left and walk towards the other side of the room. At the moment when she turned, Roland's hand leaked countless magic threads like a shower. , Thousands of silk threads quickly rolled up the heels of Joan of Arc at the foot of the bed and hid them behind the instrument.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and the danger was eliminated. He lowered his head and smiled at Joan of Arc in the quilt, acting like a king operating.

Malda's pace was not fast, and it was just halfway through at this time. The magic operation just now was very precise. Malda's perception ability was very average, so it was naturally difficult to find.

Everything was stable, Roland thought so, leaning on the pillow that was erected behind him with peace of mind, and then only looking for a chance to disburse Malda once, and the problem was solved.

Naturally, he didn't see it. Joan in his arms was observing everything through the gap between the quilt and the bed. Halfway through Marda, when Luo Lan breathed a sigh of relief and was unprepared, she suddenly stood up, like The fierce tiger pressed the man down like he did, and closed his mouth in the same way he did last night.

"!"

The pale blond saint licked the man like a candy, staring at Malda's back unconvinced, her eyes reddened with heavy aura.

Come on, hurt each other!

Chapter 150 You're Just an Impulsive Child

Malda walked to the table in the center of the sofa, and selected a few red apples. She compared them back and forth for a few seconds, and finally picked the one with the roundest and fullest shape.

Well, just like my own mood now.

The girl walked back to the bed with an apple in her hand, looked back and forth at the items in the house, and found that there was nothing about Joan. She was a little strange. It was obvious that she came before on time. Wouldn't she wait for her to hand over? Just get off work early?

Malda was a little confused, but didn't care too much. Jeanne's strength was strong, and this was the headquarters of the Tribunal. There was no possibility of an accident at all. Maybe there was something urgent.

After that, if she knew that Roland woke up as soon as she left, she would definitely be depressed, thinking about it this way, Malda suddenly felt that she was really lucky.

Even if Joan came back now, she would not have thought that I had already been with Roland...hehe.

Malda returned to the bed with confidence, and was a little strange to find that Roland was laying on the bed and panting.

"Lan, what's the matter? I'm not feeling well?"

"No, it's okay, I'm fine."

"Is that so? Don't force yourself."