The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Looked for half a day, not found.

She looked down at the killing.

Killing twisted his eyebrows and seemed a little irritated.

Want to pull your hand back.

Su Cigarette pressed hard, where did he smoke back?

The slaughter lifted his other hand and pushed it somewhere on the table.

Then he heard the sound of sand.

A box was exposed to Su Xiang's field of view.

Reach, open.

What's in there is the last pack of drugs.

She took the medicine out.

Medicine, bandage.

Su Yan is now so skilled at this step that he can no longer be skilled.

Seems to have been doing this since the first day I met him here.

Finish him off. She asked.

“The wound on your body, okay? ”

Just listen and laugh.

Eyes, ghost.

“Don't you think I deserve it if I don't kill you? ”

Su Smoke winks. Seriously.

“I just wanted to know if you had any good wounds.

There is no need to change medication. ”

After that, look at him just staring at her and not saying a word.

Su Yan reached out and took it seriously.

“Did I take your clothes off and take a look? ”

Xiaohua Xiaohua

“If the host takes off his clothes, take them off. Why do you have to say it?

What if the Lord is shy? ”

After that, Xiaohua stood still.

Huh?

It feels like something's wrong.

Has this relationship been reversed?

As Xiaohua was thinking about it, Su Smoke had reached out and untied his robe.

Look at the wounds there.

Blood seeped out, covered in white gauze and stained with a close-fitting vest.

She looks at the wound, and then at the silent guy.

“You haven't changed? ”

As she said, she had wrapped her lips and reached out to untie the gauze.

Change the medication, apply the medication, wrap the gauze.

Not a word was said about it.

Until the gauze is wrapped.

The slaughter, which was supposed to remain quiet, suddenly reached out.

He grabbed Su Smoke's arm and dragged him to the throne of the Demon King.

Pressed over here.

He's very close.

Dark eyes, looking at Su Smoke.

He suddenly pinched her chin.

Kiss it up.

Uh, sure, maybe a bite.

Anyway, Su Smoke only felt a sore mouth.

When he finished kissing him, he leaned beside him and loosened his hand, clamping Su Cigarette.

His eyes were dark and he laughed.

“What are you so surprised for?

Didn't you always want to be a princess? ”

Su Yan rubbed his lips and opened

“The gauze and medicine on your wound need to be changed once a day. Remember.”

He's got a deeper laugh.

“You're very diligent.

What's the matter?

Are you so sure the king will marry you? ”

He spoke with a prick.

This has been his attitude towards Su Cigarettes since the first time he met in a wild taste hall.

And it's getting worse.

Understandable, of course.

After all, in his eyes, Su Smoke promised not to abandon him for a second. He turned his head and threw him in a cave to a lying, ill-intentioned woman.

This woman came to him again ten years later.

Ninety-nine percent could be attempts.

Su Yan is serious

“You will marry... ”

Half the time, she stopped.

If it wasn't an accident, she would have left when she got the flowers.

Although there is still a third level, we will meet again, but we do not know how long we will be gone.

If he likes himself, when she leaves again, he'll be sad again.

Forget it.

Still don't ask.

She changed her mind.

“You take good care of yourself, don't touch the water. ”

Finished, stood up and took a step back.

Just getting ready to go.

And then this man became extraordinarily angry, as if he had suffered something intolerable.