Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

It's just such a simple zipper move that it makes her warm all the more intense, and I don't know how long she'll last.

Even she had the unclear idea that a man now lying on the ground, even if her nightmare existed, was extremely tempting to her, after all, a man.

Seasonal warmth continued to bite her fingers, but gradually found the pain useless. She took a deep breath, stood up, rushed directly into the bathroom, unscrewed the shower head and quickly adjusted to the cold water on the blue side.

It wasn't until the cold water drained her into a cool heart that she finally felt that horrible sensation of dryness suppressed in part, but more of a certain dryness drilled out a little bit in the body, and the cold outside the body formed a horrible sensation of sudden cold and hot, and the dryness almost drilled out of the body, as if two opposing things kept tearing apart on the surface of her skin, while the person who was hurt was herself.

I don't know how long this terrible cold and hot alternating tear tortured, season warm mind constantly shows various scenes of raw fragrance, she leaves cold water to brush her face, leaning against the wall helplessly, crashing the first time backwards, as if even this pain can't hurt the skin surface cold and hot tear.

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Just as the season warms up in the bathroom of the hotel room, a few media outlets outside the room have long been contacted by Seasonal Dreams, waiting in the dark.

I thought I heard something coming from the room a while ago, but there was nothing going on.

These reporters are new to newspapers and magazines in small underground workshops. They have nothing to do with other large media. Collect money and do business. In addition, there are four or five small and large companies. They have not moved. Someone simply called Ji Meng directly.

“Hey, Miss Ji Er, it's been half a day. I don't know if it's done. Would you like to come and see for yourself? ”

“I know you can't show up, Miss Season Two, but aren't we at a critical juncture right now? Are we afraid of mistakes? After all, if we want to destroy the warmth of the season with this kind of thing, we should still follow your instructions..."

Someone on the phone was about to ask, and suddenly, a low, cold voice rang around the corner of the VIP Express Elevator Passage in the hallway: "Destroying the season warmth? How many lives do you have? ”

For the first time, there was such a voice that journalists who had always been good at filming cheating on various entertainment stars or Haut-Men scandals covered their hearts with fear.

A few reporters hiding in the corner, still resisting cameras and cameras, immediately looked in that direction ——

Perhaps it was because men were dressed in black in the cold of autumn and night, or perhaps men were walking this way, and their gaze was stuck in the room now trapped in the warmth of the season, surrounded by a chilly atmosphere.

Nothing could have happened to Seasonal Warm at the party tonight. After all, the city's leaders arranged a charitable dinner, and no one with the right mind would have done anything about it.

But seasonal dreams are different, she is rushed, and any evil means of self-destruction to retreat dare to use.

At the end of the party, the electricity was suddenly tripped and the season warm disappeared after that.

Only an hour before and after, on the way to the hotel, I suddenly learned that some of the red wine at the banquet tonight was also a problem, many of which were drugged. From that moment on, Ink's deep eyes have been hiding the surge, as if he could not see the waves, but he has hidden them with intent to kill.

Those reporters were shocked that Mo Jingshen would arrive. A moment later, they were busy getting up from the corner and only saw a face still handsome. The five officers were cold and deep and even more expressionless.

As he walked in front of the journalists, he only spoke coldly to those who followed him: "Take it away.” Then the sights crossed and stepped on the cameras that were smashed to the ground instantly in the hands of the journalists, heading straight towards the door.

Shen Moo grabbed the key to a room card and a directional lock in the hands of a reporter that only hotel staff could use in time, and quickly walked over and handed it over to Ink View.

As soon as the door opened, a bloody smell came from the nose, the first thing that Ink's deep eyes saw was the freezing cold falling on the carpet inside and the red spot on him that had already been stained with blood.

Shen Moo also saw the scene as soon as he stepped in, his face suddenly shocked: “This...”

Mo Jingdeep glanced at the person who didn't know if he was dead or alive, heard the water in the bathroom, and quickly walked into the bathroom with determination.

At a moment when the door was pulled open, the season warmed and sat on her knees, her head constantly showering cold water on her body, the air in the bathroom was soaked cold, the little woman's face was brushed with cold water pale, her lips were bloodless, her eyes frowned and her eyes closed as if she had endured tremendous pain, but the obvious bite marks on her neck had swelled a lot because the water had been washed away for too long.

Seasonal warmth is still trapped in the cold and hot alternating torment, suddenly, the cold water on the top of her head somehow turned off, she opened her eyes confused, only saw a black shadow in the blur as if some familiar person was in front of her, wet head suddenly touched by a warm hand, to avoid her from continuing to mechanically hit the wall, ears at the same time sounding the man low as if full of heartache: “Don't hit again! ”

She opened her eyes, but doubted whether she was hearing or not because her mind was no longer sober. It was only a phantom that she even saw. She didn't move. She just frowned. She muttered and said: "Whatever cow ghost snake god you are, don't touch me...”

Seeing her now is not easy to stay awake. Mo Jingdeep wants to lift people directly from the ground. Seasonal warmth is a moment when a man hugs her waist and suddenly shakes like an electric shock. Is it Sheng Yi who wakes up cold? What else does he want to do?

She panicked and struggled: "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!” The mute howled and lowered his head to bite his arm.

Ink was bitten deeply, but instead held her tighter, decisively hugging people directly from the cold tiled floor filled with water, bowing her head over her wet forehead soothing kiss with lips on her lips, affixed to her forehead warm voice: “Don't be afraid, it's me. ”

“Let go... don't hug me... don't touch me... don't...” Seasonal warmth waves and kicks like you can't hear it.

Mo Jing deeply pressed her struggle and couldn't imagine what kind of fear she was going through, holding her tight in her arms: “Look who I am, don't be afraid, hmm? It's okay, I'll take you home. ”