Chapter 8 Selling art is not selling oneself

As soon as Xiao Yueyan pressed the button of the remote control in his hand, and then his hand was empty, and the things in his hand were taken away.

He frowned and looked at the person in front of him who was watching TV intently with a small face.

"Sang Jiaojiao, you're going to die!"

"Shut up!"

Uncharacteristically, she reprimanded him and turned up the volume.

Xiao Yue's face darkened.

Finally the news came to an end, Sang Jiaojiao sat down on the sofa with a butt, first with a distracted face, then with indignation, and finally slapped his thigh and got up suddenly, and at the moment of getting up, the remote control in his hand slammed into the TV not far away.

"Bastard!"

A crack spread out in the lower right corner of the TV, flickered a few times, and finally went completely black.

"Sang Jiaojiao!"

The person who was suddenly named shrank for a moment, and then realized what he had done, turned his head curtly, and met a pair of eyes that wanted to kill.

There was a clear handprint on the exposed arm of the person on the sofa, and it hurt strangely, she slapped someone else's "thigh".

"Brother Xiao, look at ...... you look"

As he spoke, he was about to hand back the remote control in his hand, and after stretching out his hand, he realized that there was any remote control somewhere.

A little stiffly glanced back at the TV set, which was already dark.

Swallowed silently, if she remembered correctly, Chu Luoyan told her that she could move anything in the entire villa, except for this TV.

Because this is the life of Xiaoyue Ash, it is the only electronic product in Xingyue Island that can connect to the outside world, but now, it ......

Her face collapsed, her legs weakened, and she spread herself on the ground, trying to get away from the cold demon king on the sofa little by little.

"I said I didn't mean it, would you believe it......"

"What do you think?"

Sang Jiaojiao turned around and was about to run, but was pulled back.

One center of gravity was unstable, and the whole person fell uncontrollably into a hard embrace.

His waist was tightly bound.

"Brother Xiao, I was wrong. ”

"Sang Jiaojiao, am I too good to you, kicking my nose in the face?"

Xiao Yueyan pinched her cheeks, this time with strength, her little face wrinkled together from the pain, and she didn't dare to resist.

"Do you think I'll break your neck first, or gouge out your eyeballs first, or cut off your hands and feet?"

Xiao Yueyan said that her hand was still roaming around her neck, and after comparing it, it was just enough to be pinched off at once.

The cynical voice sounded a different kind of sexiness, but the words that came out made Sang Jiaojiao's heart half cold.

When you pout, you will cry.

"If you dare to cry, you will cut out your tongue. ”

Sang Jiaojiao's voice came to his lips and was forced back.

Looking at the appearance of the person in his arms who wanted to cry and didn't dare to cry, a subtle smile flashed in Xiao Yueyan's eyes.

Thinking of her arrogance in front of Ou Ruo, this little thing is a master who bullies the weak and fears the hard.

"I've always been the gentleest and most tolerant, and this time we're going to play something different. ”

Gentleness, tolerance, huh.

Sang Jiaojiao smiled stiffly, "How do you want to play...... Brother Xiao"

Ember Moon's hand slid across her cheek, her eyes scanning up and down.

She subconsciously surrounded herself and looked at him with a wary expression.

"What are you going to do?!"

"Dry ...... You!"

The more scared she was, the more he wanted to tease her.

Seeing her panicked, he was inexplicably happy.

"I, I, I don't sell my body, you don't want to come over!"

Xiao Yueyan snorted lightly, she is so stupid, selling meat is worth some money.

The hand that was originally pinching her neck has unconsciously turned into a caressing, and the touch of the hand makes him a little lovely.

Remembering the softness of her face last time, I unconsciously wanted to further explore the taste of her neck.

Thinking about it like this, I have lowered my head and bitten into the delicate that can be broken by blowing bombs.

Sang Jiaojiao slapped him frantically, but the difference in strength between men and women was too big, and the two hands were easily suppressed by someone's backhand.

It can only be slaughtered by others.

She could even clearly feel the tingling sensation of her teeth piercing her skin.

At this moment, it seemed that the air had frozen, so the sound of plates breaking was particularly harsh in the empty living room.

Xiao Yueyan didn't reluctantly raise her head until she felt the faint smell of rust in her mouth, this girl is too sweet.

"You, you!"

Ruo Ou was in tears, looking at the two people rolling together in disbelief, as if he had been hurt so much.