Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Wood White was dressed very badly, and most importantly, she had an unspeakable aversion when she thought of puppets that looked like living people.

Perhaps the look on her face was too obvious. Seasonal Shu narrowed her eyes slightly, "Are you still thinking about that garbage? ”

Shen Mubai hesitated, "I was thinking about the puppets. ”

“What do you want with those things?” Seasonal Shu changed a hug to bring the girl in her arms closer to herself.

Shenzhen White moved uncomfortably, "I just thought the puppets were strange and not like the other puppets. ”

Ji Shu sucked her earlobes, "Hmm? The difference is that they're all made of human skin. ”

The sound of the other clouds falling into the white ears of the sunken trees was like a thunderbolt, and she couldn't help but have goosebumps, shaking her voice, “You mean... all the human puppets I saw were peeled from the living? ”

Ji Shu squeezed her hand and smiled softly, "Why? Are you scared?”

Shen wood hidden nausea, not only because of the cruel method, but also because she had leaned against the puppet before, thinking that the Lolita costume was likely to have been replaced, she felt a creepy body, struggled with the feeling of nausea from the seasonal comfort and took off her clothes.

But also because of this, there was not much clothing left on her body. Faced with those eyes, she glanced at each other with some shame and surrounded herself with a tablecloth.

“Made by the murderers in this city? ”

Seasonal Shu crooked his face, his eyes slipped to her fine calf, his throat rolled slightly, and his tone softened to judo, “Ten is eighty-nine. ”

Shen Kibai shuddered, the man was so sick.

Seasonal Shu's eyes became hotter and hotter, his voice slightly sandy and mute, "Come here. ”

Shen Kibai used to be stupid and looked at him with vigilance.

Ji Shu sat there and looked at her with blood red eyes.

The other party obviously didn't do anything, but Shen Mu Bai felt himself licked all over his body and down again. Some of his defilements turned into anger, “Ji Shu! ”

Ji Shu laughed softly, but his eyes didn't move half the time, “Hmm? ”

Shum Wood White had a hard time saying, “Can you... don't look at me like that. ”

“What look?” Seasonal Shu has a crooked face, "you mean the look on your face to eat you? ”

He deliberately circled over the meal, accentuating his tone.

Shum Wood's white face wasn't as thick as he was, "Are we really going to live here for the next month? ”

Ji Shu laughed and his eyes grew tender, "Of course. ”

In a month, a lot can happen.

Shen Wood White is kind of aware.

Ji Shu will not force you to give him a definite answer, but he is like a web with no gaps, wrapped tightly around you, leaving you with no way back, no way back, not even a second to breathe.

This city, they're the only people who can trust each other, and they have an inseparable connection. It can be said that if there is no sunken wood white, Jishu's turn does not know when it will end. But there was no season, no chance of a fresh start.

She was pressed into a gasp, the soft flesh on her neck was gently sucked, and the girl's pale brown eyes flooded with some water vapor.

She's a little impatient pushing someone over her, “Don't...”