This slap is not heavy.
Compared with before, this time Shen Jing felt that Tang Qiao'er was caressing his cheek, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
Damn it! Was that bitch laughing just now? !
Why is he getting more and more mean now!
"W-why are you taking off my clothes?!" Tang Qiaoer crossed her arms across her chest, her cheeks turning red without knowing it.
Shen Jingjue stared at her deeply, his eyes full of tenderness and tenderness, "Help you take care of your wounds."
What a legitimate reason.
Dog man, getting worse and worse!
"You...you can obviously go out and wait for me to change into suitable clothes before coming in, or you can just use scissors to cut off my sleeves...you have to take off my clothes no matter what method you use! "
Tang Qiao'er's face turned white and red with anger, her watery eyes stared at him with shame and anger, and her snow-white chest was stained with a sultry blush, "You are so shameless even if you act like a gangster so confidently!"
"Tang Qiaoer, we have been husband and wife, and we have been husband and wife during marriage. We have also been together after divorce."
Tang Qiaoer took a breath and pressed her rose petal-like lips tightly.
Thinking of that night, when he begged her to be his antidote, she was suppressed by his strong and hot body. When she was moved, she raised her legs wantonly and actively hooked his undulating waist, wrapping him like a prairie fire.
It seems that she is more emotional and addicted.
Even more angry!
Shen Jingjue's voice was extremely hoarse, and his eyes were filled with lust, and he was clearly struggling to restrain himself, "I've seen everything about you, and I've also seen things that others can't see.
If I really did what you did, wouldn't it be too artificial? "
"Shen Jingjue...you..."
As soon as Tang Qiaoer opened her red lips, the man pressed against her regardless, scaring her so much that she shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes tightly.
She clearly felt his warm hands gently peeling off her clothes.
With a hook of her fingertips, the shirt that was barely hanging on her shoulders slipped off in an instant.
"Uh..." Tang Qiao'er frowned slightly, shyly letting out a little nudge like a little cat.
In front of the stunning beauty, Shen was shocked to feel that his heartbeat and thoughts were all disordered, and even his breathing was as hot and humid as the sticky seaside air on a hot summer day.
"Qiao'er, relax, let go of your hand, how can I treat your wound, eh?" the man whispered softly, coaxingly.
Tang Qiaoer's ears were so fond of her that she felt pregnant by his overly doting voice. Her brain was out of control, and she actually listened to his nonsense and tremblingly lowered her arms that were protecting her chest.
The plump little breasts were so sexy that his blood boiled.
Shen Jing felt that her breathing was extremely erratic, the tips of her eyes were as red as drops of blood, and her starry eyes full of water vapor slowly wandered and landed on her tight and slender waist.
He had experienced the softness there, and until now, he could not forget that night when he dragged this evil little snake with his big hands, tirelessly taking whatever he wanted.
Eat the marrow to know the taste...
Once you’ve eaten it, you can’t put it down, you’re addicted, and you still want it.
He still wants it.
Shen Jing felt that his hands were trembling. He relied on his innate masochistic perseverance to treat Tang Qiaoer's wound and wrapped it with gauze.
Tang Qiaoer glanced sideways at the neatly wrapped bandage on her left arm, feeling moved in her heart.
His first aid techniques are still so professional, and what he has learned seems to be engraved in his DNA. No matter how many years have passed, he is still very skilled when he picks it up again.
"Thank you, you can..."
Suddenly, Tang Qiaoer's vision dimmed, and she watched helplessly as the man bullied her and trapped her under his chest.
"Qiao'er, you can thank me in another way."
He couldn't stand it any longer without waiting for her to respond.
Shen Jing felt that the rough fingertips grabbed her delicate chin, like a traveler walking in the desert, who had been thirsty for a long time, and suddenly saw the rain in front of him, how could he endure it.
He suddenly sealed her sweet lips, pried open her teeth tyrannically as if he was declaring sovereignty, and connected her fragrant and smooth tongue. The more he kissed, the more wantonly he became, and the deeper he kissed...
