Witch Jane took a breath.
The overlapping curtains cover the light, the strong aggressive smell is like a blazing fire, the neck that is forced to lift is pinched by a man's rough hands, like a king who represses everything with strength/power in the face.
The teenager suddenly gasped in the dark, suddenly nervous shoulders stretched for half a second, then gradually relaxed in a perfectly familiar atmosphere, his neck even unwittingly rubbing the guard's hand.
Kiss the forehead.
Sorceress suddenly reacted, ignorant of the rituals of a thousand years later in her mind, but from the circumstance - Brother, perhaps, is rewarding him!
The blind teenager suddenly, obviously exhausted with scars, but excited by the sudden praise!
This perception accelerates Witch Jane's heartbeat again, just like standing on a lighted field, exasperating unusual emotions.
The teenager was soaked in sweat and cooled behind the dark curtain, except for the kiss on his forehead, which was dry and hot, burning calm blood to the boil again ——
One kiss at a time.
Palms covered in cocoons rubbed around the teenager's neck, and hot palms hovered around the vanishing markings.
Yet Witch Jane had no time to think, and the emotions of unusual joy compelled him to look up and collide with the gaze of the guard--
The eye curtain shows a slight laryngeal knot with a sharp knife-cut jaw curve. Then came the bright outline of the light, the tall nose beam, and the glowing pitch-black pupils. When looking down at the teenager, the original handsome suddenly burst out strong aggressiveness, like a snowy bayonet in the field of view, making people unable to restrain to follow.
The proud king finally lowered his crown and praised his triumphant knight.
Witch Jane stared at the pupils of the guard, and there was no light behind the bright curtain, but it was like there were countless lights illuminating dazzling.
Wang... very nice.
In his mind, countless chaotic fragments surged, his mouth dried with excessive blood loss and accelerated heartbeat, and he even had the urge to give all the glory, from the neck to the cheeks, the inches were red.
The sound of the guard was more dull than just now, as if coming from the sky: "What are you thinking? ”
Witch Jane subconsciously said: "Me, me...”
Wencheng: "Stupid? ”
Witch Jane shook her head.
The lower hand used to strangle the juvenile neck moves slightly next to the wound on his right shoulder.
“Does it hurt?” Man whispers.
Witch Jane shook her head into a wave drum, and the next moment she sprayed a warm repair liquid on the wound, which was almost numb and dull.
Then right arm, core.
The man indicated that he lifted his protective clothes, his narrow waist relaxed by trust, revealing a slightly dimpled waist and a soft belly.
The medicine relieves pain quickly, followed by a slight coolness. But Jane's face was more red than just now.
The delicate sensory nerves were covered in the core, and Witch Jane used almost all her self-restraint to not poke, trembling three times, and wondering if the red fainting had spread to the half of her body.
The man's eyes still swept through the back wound, burning his gaze near his waist, generally softening his witch's strength and slightly shivering in the air as he was stabbed by ten soft feathers.
The old man's medication was ripe, but the young man who was pressed was like a fish on the case board, or a leopard with a white belly. After a long time, the spirit finally flashed, and he returned to reason: "Big brother, I can do it myself...”
The guard glanced at him.
Witch Jane suddenly flashed her gaze like an ice flame.
"If it hurts, shout it out. ”
Witch Jane: "No, no, no, no.”
The old man stood behind him, witch Jane could not see the expression on his face, only the whole person was caged in the shadow, from a healthy leopard to a shuddering rabbit sperm of Cesar.
Until the raised uniform is lowered.
At last, Witch Jane relieved herself and looked at the man in the dark. Without waiting for Witch Jane to react, Wei suddenly leaned over and looked at the wound on the teenager's leg.
Witch Jane: “!!! Me, I can do it myself...”
"Stand still," the guard ordered. ”
Two gunshot wounds, one knife wound and three gunshot wounds to the left leg.
On one knee, the man did not hesitate to roll up the broken legs of Witch Jane's pants, tearing them apart where they were severely injured - covered with cold medicine.
Witch Jane nodded.
This is the first time he looks down at the big man - even if he's low, he can't cover it up. Bandages after medication. The waterproof bandage was gently torn apart when defended, wrapping white and tender rabbit legs into half a mummy.
Stand up and watch the still lagging rabbit sperm.
Witch Jane's eyes were always on the bandages on her ankles.
Countless scenarios have been turned over in mind, with the small jungle of the sea map, the White Moonlight Training Room, the Clawson Show range, the Deep Space Castle Amusement Park, to the Floating City Training Base, the Stress Training Ground, several shadows converged, and eventually overlapped on the man who had bandaged him on one knee after a dark curtain.
Outside the curtain, the shock of heaven cheered, originally the glory of two people.
The heart beats suddenly and violently.
”'Brother!” cried Witch Jane.
The guard rose and glanced at him.
The rabbit stood there staring, and the light flashed in his eyes, as if something was going to come out in the next second.
Witch Jane suddenly jumped and rushed into the arms of the guard, giving him a juvenile hug - just like he'd hoped to get off the field.
The wet little curly hair against the man's chin, the bloody smell because the wound had faded away, it was clearly a sweaty rabbit, and the moment it rubbed over was sweet like peeled milk sugar.
Witch Jane was obviously overexcited.
Like a little beast, he exhaled gratitude and excessive energy, and when he went in, he started screaming, wanting to be more intimate without knowing what to do.
In that compartment, there was even a few seconds of blank expression when held by the guard.
Cold and hard facial lines are melted by a soft touch, full of fresh teenagers.
He subconsciously lowered his head.
The teenager's amber pupil had a cordial pupil, warm oceans like starlight, without any impurities, like animal pups expressing trust.
Wesley paused, pressed down all his thoughts, and Lisso avoided the wound to the teenager's shoulder and gave him a clueless hug.
The TAT 2 is a little late and a little shorter! Babies, wake up in the morning and watch! The plot is tomorrow ~