45 The bloodthirsty gun king has a cat (45)

Disgust flashed in Simu's eyes. God knows how much she wanted a little princess, but instead of having a little princess, she had a son who had been dull since he was a child.

Suna sat on the bed and said with a faint smile:

"I think A Lin is very good."

This sentence made Simu laugh again. After saying goodbye to Suna, she gently closed the door.

As soon as the woman left, Suna breathed a sigh of relief and rolled around on the bed.

It's great, everything went smoothly.

Stinky Alin!

So Suna turned into a beautiful little kitten and ran from the balcony to her boyfriend's room.

Si Huailin had obviously been waiting for her for a while, standing on the balcony, his clothes a little cold.

He frowned dissatisfied, thinking that she didn't plan to come over.

I originally wanted to climb to the balcony by myself.

Suna changed back to his original state, hooked his hands affectionately on the boy's snow-white neck, jumped up, and wrapped his legs around the boy's waist.

Si Huailin lowered his eyes and subconsciously raised his hand to support her to prevent her from falling.

Suna looked up from his position and saw his butterfly-winged eyelashes hanging down.

There is a black earring on the white and soft ear, which is a bit more evil in the dark night.

So she couldn't hold back her desire to be a rogue, so she moved closer and blew into his ear deliberately.

The arms around her waist visibly stiffened. Black whirlpools surged in Si Huailin's eyes, and a seductive thin red appeared in the corners of his eyes.

He hugged his little girlfriend tightly and walked to the bed with long legs. One hand slowly clasped the back of her head, and as he slowly leaned over, Suna lay on the bed again unconsciously.

She felt the hand on her leg slowly moving up, and all her senses in the darkness were infinitely amplified.

"!!!"

Suna opened his eyes, bit his lip, and quickly pressed the other person's hand.

His breath was a little unsteady, "Don't..."

However, the movements on his body did not stop because of this.

Si Huailin noticed that the person beneath him was trembling slightly, so he touched her face soothingly and coaxed into her ear:

"Be good, I'll be gentler."

But just a few days ago...

Suna held back the last bit of reason and struggled to sit up.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Just let me help you."

The worldly lust crawling into the corners of Si Huailin's eyes looked seductive, and his dark pupils gradually blurred.

Her fair and beautiful face was tinged with a crimson color.

The long explanation was finally over, and Suna's hands were sore and numb.

Si Huailin silently pulled on his black trousers and carried her to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Finally, I slept on the bed, not forgetting to hug my soft little girlfriend tightly.

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After breakfast in the morning, Suna was taken to the independent shooting range area behind the villa.

The area is very large, but there are only two of them.

There are targets set up in a row in front, about ten meters away.

There are some scattered parts on the table next to it.

Si Huailin put on black gloves and a black sweatshirt, and his attire was more casual. He looked like a lazy and laid-back young man from a rich family.

The broken hair is slightly messy, and the earrings make the ears white and delicate.

He randomly selected some parts and expertly assembled them into a small pistol.

He held up his gun in a particularly solemn and dignified manner, and the cold air around him seemed to be gathering towards him.

Suna stood aside, fascinated by her husband.

This look, this posture, so damn handsome!

The young man's delicate eyebrows were indifferent, his eyes were focused on looking ahead, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed accurately at the bull's-eye.

The next second, the white knuckles exposed in the gloves casually pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the center of the target without any surprise.