Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

In the fourth relative moment, the season warmly stared at him and pointed his finger at the water in the bowl.

All the sensations in the dark of the ink seemed to recover slowly at this moment, and he smelled a long-overdue fragrance from the warmth of the season, similar to the cold fragrance after bathing in the morning, fresh and sweet, with the tranquil smell of the rising dawn of the sea city, and some of the characteristic rhododendrome fragrances of this place.

Several people outside were staring dead at their faces, and Seasonal Warm did not speak, just to show him how quickly to drink water.

The ink landscape did not move, nor did it take the bowl of water. Just a glance at it made people feel cold and chestnut.

Even though Seasonal Warm knew that he could not show any intimacy or friendliness towards her at such times, Seasonal Warm was frozen by his eyes again.

When she was about to forcibly feed the water into his mouth, the man closed his eyes again slowly, refused to feed her water in isolation and refused to collide with her eyes again.

Seasonal warmth rushed again, sitting on his lap, his other hand patted him hard on his shoulder a few more times.

Mom, what did she pretend to be? She had to pretend to be dumb. She can't talk now. She's dying!

The man's eyebrows didn't move, he sat so silently, he didn't say a word, he didn't open his eyes, he seemed to have the same attitude towards the people here, and he was still so reluctant a thousand miles away.

Seasonal Warm is now burned on his hand. He can't even pinch him so hard. He can only pat him on the shoulder in vain until the man frowns because of her constant harassment of his movements. When he opens his eyes again, Seasonal Warm raises his burned hand and shakes it in front of his eyes.

Mo Jingshen, you idiot, I'm stuck here with you, I've tortured myself like this and I'm still strong to find a way to live. Your life is so important, you can't die.

Season Warm can't talk, he can only look at him like this and stare at him.

Mojing deeply saw the white cloth wrapped around her hand, and also saw the marks of burns that appeared outside the white cloth in a part of the unwrapped area. The torn blisters were infected because they were erased from plant herbal ash, which was of little use. Over the course of the night, the redness had broken off a thin layer of epidermis, enough to show the severity of the burns.

Mo Jingdeep's eyes slowly removed from her hands. Seasonal warmth and red eyes looked at him. His eyes gradually became an attempt, begging him to drink some water quickly.

However, when a man looked at her just like that, he closed his eyes again and remained indifferent.

Daly had seen her go in for half a day and had not even fed a sip of water. She stood in front of the door and looked sharply at her, holding the gun between her waist.

There's no need to keep this crap!

The afterglow of the warm corner of the season saw Darry touch the gun, his heart beating while watching the dark pale lip color of Ink View, suddenly raised the bowl and drank a large sip of water, and fell down on him, directly affixing his closed lips to the man's mouth at a moment that had not yet reflected.

The man frowned and opened his eyes violently because of her prominent move, his deep black eyes against the still bright eyes close to her, the season warm tongue stretched out into his mouth and opened his teeth, in a way that Daly and the people in front of the window could not see seemed to pick in his mouth. It was like deliberately punishing him to lick it in his mouth.

He instantly stared at her in the dark.

Seasonal warmth quickly backed away, as if she had had had to feed his expression in this way just to survive. She lowered her head and drank another sip of water, pouring the water into his mouth as usual.

This time, the man no longer forcibly shut his mouth, and when her tongue again seemed to penetrate unconsciously, the man felt the soft between her lips, the silence contained, the season warm and shocked, his eyes stared at him, many words were self-evident, mutual understanding.

Even though Seasonal Warm understood what his cold attitude was all about, there was a sudden fullness of soreness in his heart.

If you continue to feed her with your mouth like this, it's probably too deliberate, just thinking about what to do. Suddenly, the man's deep eyes were cold. When Darry walked in the door and was about to take a close look, he pushed her out of his arms without mercy, and he pushed her whole person out of his arms, and he was very strong, and the season warm was unprepared, and the whole person suddenly fell back and sat on the floor.

Seasonal warmth quickly reflected, instantly turned a frightened look at Darry, his eyes closing cold, and he picked up a bowl of water on the ground, stood up in panic, pointing silently at the water stain on the deep corner of Ink View's mouth, meaning that he had accomplished his task, asking Darry not to kill her.

Daly glanced at her coldly, sideways, meaning let her out.

Season Warm nodded quickly and turned around to run out. Daly didn't miss a look on her face until she went out and moved her gaze back to Ink's depth.

“Mr. Control, you are a very persistent man, but as long as we don't want you to die, you won't die. When you really faint, we will fill your mouth with something even if you irrigate it. Like that dumb woman just now, I think you enjoy this way too. Why don't you let her feed you this way after a meal? ”

Mo Jing's deep cold lips, the slight water stain on her lips had dried up, the lip color was still a little dry and pale, but she looked at Dalina's delightful eyes indifferently in a crisp and cold style.

“If you're not hungry, you're going to die of disgust.” Men spit out indifferent and even repugnant English.

Daly frowned: "Nausea? That woman was dumb, but she was pretty good. How disgusting? All of us are going to spend some time with her, and Control doesn't like Asian beauties? Looks like we should grab some western beauties to please you these two days, or you can just let this Asian woman bring you dinner. ”

Ink's eyes got a little colder: “You can roll. ”

"It's been four days, how long do you think you'll last? ”

Mojing's eyes didn't lift, and he said indifferently: "Don't let those disgusting women in again. ”

“Oh, you hate women so much?” Darry smiled coldly: “Unfortunately, from now on, the task of delivering water to your meal will be entrusted to the person just now, and if you still don't eat or drink, her useless waste can be destroyed by me. ”

Darry put the gun in his hand and played with it, spinning around his fingertips, then smiled and looked at Ink's deep expression.

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(You can secretly write an extra chapter in the office today. Four more ~)