Hua Simu's shallow and delicate breath sprinkled on his chin, and he smiled evilly, and his two apricot eyes bent into sweet crescents, shining with a luster more charming than the moonlight.

"Okay, I understand, I know you're embarrassed in public, understand, then you take it off and show it to me when you get home, and I'll give you medicine myself." ”

It looks like my sister understands you very well.

Han Mo's face turned red and green, as wonderful as a palette.

Reaching out a finger to her forehead, she pressed the little head that was wantonly provoking him down.

My heart was beating strongly, and I couldn't breathe.

Han Mo tugged at the collar of his shirt a little harder, and the collar that had not been fastened much was pulled even wider, revealing the collarbone on one side.

The collarbone of a boy is different from that of a woman, the collarbone is smaller and more delicate, the skeleton is wider in comparison, the collar is pulled to the side, only half of the collarbone is exposed, and the direction of the muscles under the collarbone is clearly visible.

Wild.

The cool breeze behind him relieved some of the heat.

Hua Simu felt a rough abdomen, and he almost knew the severity of his injury, but fortunately, Han Mo had a good foundation and was more resistant to beating.

In general, the problem is not big, it does not hurt the internal organs, but it has to suffer from the flesh and skin for a few more days.

The rest of her body was basically judged by Han Mo's movements and body dynamics, so she didn't insist that she must see it.

Shyness is inevitable, let him be, it's a big deal to go back and close the curtains and look again.

When the ghost brought Hua Simu to the box on the top floor of the Qianhan Palace, the room was empty, and they spent some time looking for Han Mo.

I didn't expect to find Han Mo, he was being pressed against the wall and beaten.

The little brother was beaten, what is the difference between this and her being beaten?

Hua Simu's gaze crossed Han Mo's shoulder and looked behind him, "Brother Han, don't worry, I will seek justice for you." ”

The soothing voice suddenly turned cold, and he said coquettishly, "Don't come out soon!"

Han Mo turned around and looked behind him.

Black and white impermanence walked out of the corner, and the dead air of black and white was haunted all over his body. The two of them have the same clothes, the hats are unified and slightly oblique to the right, and the angle of the crooked is exactly the same, which is quite a doppelganger.

Black and white impermanence stretched out his fingers at the same time to push the hat that blocked his eyes up.

"Ahem, Xiao Mu. ”

Hua Simu's cold face made them feel very weak, and they didn't dare to look at it anymore after just one glance, so they tacitly stared at Han Mo with dead eyes and exerted mental oppression.

Han Mo only glanced at them lightly, his eyes were very plain and bland, without a trace of waves.

It was as if they were looking at a wall, a street lamp, without any emotion, without fear, without confusion, not even at the point of being beaten, without a trace.

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

It is this indifferent attitude that makes black and white impermanence choke a breath, and they can't go up or down.

Usually the pleasure of the abuser comes from the victim's submission, desire, pain, anger, any kind of emotion can make them produce a perverted sense of satisfaction, let them know that the violence they inflict or the abuse has a certain effect on the other party.

This is what abusers have in common, and they are forever eager to find a presence in others.

"You dare to stare at Brother Han again!" Hua Simu kicked off a broom leaning against the wall in the corner of the alley, fortunately, this broom has been around for some years, otherwise with her current strength, she is really not sure that she can kick it away.

Hua Simu held the long wooden handle with his backhand, and the end of the wooden stick dragged on the ground, scraping the ground and stabbing the ground.

Hua Simu stood still in front of Han Mo and slowly raised the wooden stick in his hand.

The other end of the stick pointed directly at the black impermanence.

A good six relatives don't recognize it.