Chapter 91 I won't play it next time, and I will play you next time

The sound of anything colliding is scary, especially with hard objects.

Countless creepy creepy teeth crashing and the creaking of wooden stakes echoed through the room, as well as Wang Luo's muffled snort and heavy breathing.

Park Ji-yeon grew up with a red little mouth, put down the dumbbell in her hand, and looked at Wang Luo who started hand-to-hand combat with the wooden stakes for a moment, watching those wooden stakes hit Wang Luo's high bulging muscles, bringing out dark red marks, every time it was like a heavy hammer hitting Park Ji-yeon's heart, making it a little difficult for her to breathe.

The wooden stake rotated faster and faster, Wang Luo's movements became faster and faster, the movement of his hands could barely keep up with the naked eye, and the low cheers became more and more rapid.

Park Ji-yeon tensed her muscles all over her body, watching the sweat on Wang Luo's back slide down his shaking muscles, extremely sexy, but Park Ji-yeon was full of distress.

Finally, Wang Luo let out a heavy snort, took a step back, and knelt on the ground with some unsteady bending, his body was soaked with sweat, and his bangs, which were not long, were also wet with sweat and were dripping with water.

"It's okay." Park Ji-yeon was startled, and subconsciously pounced on Wang Luo's side, and her small hand touched the neck that he had just been ruthlessly hit by a wooden stake.

Wang Luo grinned, revealing his white teeth, wearing a big mouth, and the muscles on his body trembled with his breathing, but Wang Luo's eyes had a trace of deep jealousy, as if he had been frightened by something.

"I've been beaten." Wang Luo gasped and said.

"Idiot, don't you know it hurts?" Park Ji-yeon rolled tears around her eyes, her little hand gently patted Wang Luo's shoulder, and then trembled and touched his red and swollen neck, "Does it hurt?" ”

"I was really beaten." Wang Luo felt the slightly cool fingers between his paralyzed neck, which made him sigh helplessly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Idiot, handsome or treasure, what if it really hurts." Park Ji-yeon's eyes were red, and she pouted her lips and poked Wang Luo's face angrily.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Wang Luo turned his head and showed a smile to Park Ji-yeon, "You continue to practice, don't be lazy, I can count you, you just raised twenty-three." ”

"Is it really okay? Is there trauma spray at home? Park Ji-yeon glanced at Wang Luo and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"There should be, you go to the foyer and look for it, a small bag." Wang Luo remembered that he didn't seem to have used up the last time he bought Cui Xiuying.

"Wait." Park Ji-yeon stumbled when she got up, and Wang Luo reached out to support her in time, otherwise she would have fallen.

"It's all your fault, my legs are so scared." Park Ji-yeon wrinkled her nose and kicked Wang Luo coquettishly, and trotted outside to find her waist.

Wang Luo chuckled, put his hand on his red and swollen neck, swallowed his saliva, the Adam's apple swelled, and Wang Luo frowned.

A rusty smell spread in Wang Luo's throat with pain, and sure enough, he was hit, and Wang Luo's gaze became dull again.

Although this wooden pile is specific, it is true that Wang Luo personally designed it himself, and was injured by the routine wooden pile he designed, so it can only explain one problem.

Wang Luo looked at his calloused and swollen palms, and there was still some tingling on them that had not faded.

I'm still old.

Wang Luo grinned, revealing a bitter smile.

The human body has its peak, and the spirit and spirit are indispensable, Wang Luo thought that the spirit and spirit should have been completely concentrated just now, but he was still injured, and it should be less than ten minutes.

It can only explain one problem, the body, can't keep up with the consciousness, this kind of thing, is the most powerless.

It is also what Wang Luo fears the most, he is only twenty-seven years old this year, logically speaking, although he is not the age with the most vigorous qi and blood, but he is not so depressed, what is the reason for him to age so quickly?

Wang Luo stroked his heart that seemed to be about to jump out of his chest, and a trace of deep doubt flashed in his deep eyes.

Am I really old?

"Found it." Just when Wang Luo was immersed in doubts and couldn't extricate himself, Park Ji-yeon's somewhat hoarse voice woke him up.

Wang Luo raised his eyes.

Both of them were stunned at the same time.

Wang Luo is because of Park Ji-yeon's red and swollen eyes that have just cried.

Park Ji-yeon is because of Wang Luo's panicked and lost eyes, she thinks that this should be the eyes that a fragile baby can only have when she is frightened, why is it in Wang Luo's eyes?

As soon as her nose was sore, a teardrop rolled out of the corner of Park Ji-yeon's eyes, squatting beside Wang Luo and sniffing, carefully spraying the redness and swelling of Wang Luo's neck, regardless of the unpleasant smell of the spray.

Wang Luo looked at Park Ji-yeon, who was silently crying while spraying himself with trauma spray, his heart was inexplicably soft, he stretched out his big hand to wrap around Park Ji-yeon's thin waist, sat cross-legged on the ground and hugged her into his arms and sat on his lap.

Park Ji-yeon just struggled slightly, and didn't move obediently, but continued to spray the spray carefully, pouting and gently blowing on Wang Luo's neck.

It's a little itchy and numb, not only the neck blown by Park Ji-yeon, but also Wang Luo's soft heart.

"Obviously I was injured, why are you crying? Scared? Wang Luo smiled softly, touching Park Ji-yeon's satin-like long hair and smiling dotingly.

Park Ji-yeon pursed her lips, threw the spray on her hand aside, rolled down to the ground with a crisp sound, and then wrapped her arms around Wang Luo's shoulders regardless of the smell of sweat on his body and the unpleasant smell of trauma spray, and his forehead was against his shoulder and he whimpered and sobbed.

Wang Luo was slightly startled, opened his mouth with a clear cough, and found that the rust smell in his throat was getting stronger and stronger, choking him so much that he couldn't speak, he could only gently pat Park Ji-yeon's back to help her breathe, for fear that she would choke when she sobbed.

Park Ji-yeon cries without a voice, this Wang Luo has long known that the kind of crying that suppresses the voice is the most sad and hurtful, Wang Luo doesn't like Park Ji-yeon to cry very much, because he is afraid that she will be hurt by her own crying.

And during the days when Park Ji-yeon was hiding in Wang Luo's kennel, Wang Luo would hear Park Ji-yeon's suppressed crying every night, accompanied by heart-wrenching whimpering and sobbing.

If Park Ji-yeon is the kind of howling and crying, it will help detoxification, this kind of suppressed crying is really worrying, Wang Luo dotes on Park Ji-yeon so much, he just doesn't want her to cry anymore, but he didn't expect that he would worry about it again today.

"Okay, I know I'm scared of you, next time I'm not going to be handsome in front of you, it's really a beautiful mistake, but you've also seen my beautiful body, aren't you, good, don't cry?" Wang Luo tried a few times, and finally said this sentence in a somewhat weak tone, and his throat was hot and painful.

"Hmm, bastard, stinky fart, narcissist, who allowed you to hurt yourself, your body is mine, don't you know? What hurts me? When Park Ji-yeon heard Wang Luo's voice, she finally couldn't help crying, and her little hand slapped Wang Luo's shoulder weakly, whimpering with grievances.

"Then you also promised me that your body is also mine, didn't you also secretly eat snacks." Wang Luo gently patted Park Ji-yeon's somewhat emaciated back, "Look at how thin you have been recently, it's all bones." ”

"Woo~ It's different, it's different." Park Ji-yeon writhed in Wang Luo's arms and coquettishly, "Anyway, don't do this anymore, I'm dying of pain." ”

"Distressed?" Wang Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, chuckled, and felt that his throat was not so hot and painful.

"Nonsense!" Park Ji-yeon was like a powder keg that had been ignited, she raised her head suddenly, and hit Wang Luo's chin, her white and tender little hands pinched Wang Luo's stubble cheeks, slightly forced, bared her little white teeth and said viciously, "If you play with this rotten wood next time, I will kill you!" ”

Park Ji-yeon's crying eyes are red and swollen, her already slender slitted eyes look particularly cute, her flushed and delicate face has tear stains, and her lower lip has a circle of tooth marks, which seems to have just been bitten, and it looks very fresh.

This look is so cute in Wang Luo's eyes, Meng Meng didn't explain, she still said such fierce and domineering words, and the contrast made Wang Luo feel uncomfortable.

"Come on, I won't play next time." Wang Luo put his forehead on Park Ji-yeon's forehead, revealing a gentle smile, "Next time I play with you." ”

"Get out! Stinky rascals. Park Zhiyan's face turned red, and she twisted her body hard, and found that Wang Luo's big hand was holding her slender waist, and the heat in her palm was transmitted to the skin on her waist through the thin pajamas, and her body was a little soft.

"I'm sweating all over my body, take a bath, I won't practice today, I'll practice again tomorrow morning." Wang Luo chuckled, held Park Ji-yeon's elastic little buttocks and stood up directly from the ground, making Park Ji-yeon scream in fright and hugging Wang Luo's neck.

Inadvertently touching Wang Luo's wound made him gasp.

"You deserve it, it hurts you to death, and you have a long memory." Park Ji-yeon wrinkled her nose and said arrogantly.

Although he said so, he still pursed his mouth and gently blew the redness and swelling on Wang Luo's neck.

Because her mother told her that as long as the wound is blown, it won't hurt.