Shen Dunian pushed open the door of the bedroom with hot porridge. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His eyes touched the majestic figure leaning against the window, and his eyebrows tightened unconsciously.

He got out of bed at some point and put on a loose bathrobe, the white cotton fabric slightly softer in the light.

Xin's long body was slightly sideways, the neckline of the bathrobe was slightly open, and the delicate collarbone was bordered by a blood-stained bandage.

The waist-strapped, loosely tied with the bathrobe, showed the porcelain and toned abs and chest at a glance.

The meticulous short black hair, soaked and dried by the rain, is slightly fluffy, even though he looks casual and lazy, but it still can't cover the frozen king's aura on his body.

It is immeasurable, and the sense of oppression of the slaughter is natural, as if it is innate.

The injured arm rested lightly on the window edge, and the other was slightly raised, holding a cigarette of any brand that Shen Dunian had never seen before.

With a slight face, he put the cigarette burning with the curling green smoke to his thin lips, inhaled it, and slowly exhaled it.

The hazy smoke swirled around the bridge of his tall nose, covering his deep, cold, sharp eyes, and swirling his angular cold and handsome face with a vague hazy feeling.

Shen Wannian has never seen a person smoking a cigarette, and he can smoke such a perverted beauty that surpasses the common people.

That's not the point, though, the point is, can he smoke now?

Shen Dunian entered the door, threw the door shut with his foot, walked to the table, put the porridge on the table, and looked at him, his eyes as deep as Bitan, mixed with a trace of anger: "Are you sure you have injured your left shoulder?"

Jun Yiqing's deep and sharp eyes under his cold sword eyebrows narrowed slightly.

He didn't need to look at it at all, and finally took a puff of the cigarette on his lips and reached out to crush it into the ashtray on the windowsill.

"Hmm. The low voice mixed with the hoarse low should come out with the smoke in his mouth, and he felt that Shen Dunian's question seemed to mean something else, and walked towards her: "What?"

Shen Dunian propped his palms on the table, stared at him with interest with his slanted and reddish eyes, and sneered, "I thought you had a bullet case left in your head and forgot to take it out." ”

Jun Yiqing walked in front of her, and the tall and majestic figure shrouded her underneath.

He put his arms around Shen Wannian's waist and pressed her towards him, his handsome face bowed, his thin lips were close to her forehead, and his burning breath mixed with a playful low voice came up: "Can't you hope for me?"

Shen Dunian raised his head, looked at him with a thin anger mixed with sarcasm, squinted slightly, and said coldly: "If your head is not broken, you should know that you can't smoke now, and you think you have a long life...... Hmmm......"

Jun Yiqing bent down suddenly, raised her waist a little, lowered her head and bit her lip before she could speak.

He didn't look like he had been shot, but he looked like he had been drugged or something strange, and he always kissed people off guard.

Shen Dunian stretched his beautiful eyes violently, he could feel his strength this time, he didn't grind at all, so he pried open her teeth, licking and encroaching on every inch of softness that belonged to her without gentleness.

Shen Dunian tilted his head slightly, because he was holding his waist, his toes stood unconsciously, and when he grabbed her delicate tongue violently, his palm unconsciously pressed against his chest.

I wanted to push him away, but I was afraid of touching his injuries, and for a while, embarrassment and anger were intertwined.

His burning breath grew heavier, and the kiss grew deeper, as if he were savoring the most delicious thing in the world, greedy to the extreme.

kept sucking and biting until Shen Dunian's whole body was hot, his body was weak, and his lips and tongue were numb.

He let go of her, pressed against her forehead, locked her with those eyes that were full of light and affectionate, and said in a dumb voice: "The mouth is so bad, I owe kiss." ”