Putting Murong Shuangshuang on the sofa, Sun Qian carefully took off the coat wrapped around Murong Shuangshuang. When I took it off, I found that the T-shirt inside Murong Shuangshuang had been torn by her. A pair of huge suckling pigeons were half-naked outside, and the flesh-colored □□ also moved a lot. I can't wrap all of that pair of proud pigeons.

The whole box is dim and exudes ambiguous tones. Murong Shuangshuang, who was lying on the sofa, kept twisting his body. The skirt of the lower body is not wrinkled. Sun Qian casually put Murong Shuangshuang on the sofa at that time, and the skirt that was not long was turned up partially, and the wet underwear could be vaguely seen. Murong kept rubbing his legs. It's tempting. Sun Qian tried to keep himself calm and get rid of the dirty thoughts in his mind.

But in the face of such a stunner who constantly writhes and moans that make men excited, Sun Qian, who is a little virgin, even if he tries hard to suppress his inner thoughts, his body still reacts.

Sun Qian also thought about dedicating himself directly and using his body to save Murong Shuangshuang, but when he thought of getting a beautiful woman's body like this, what was the difference between it and Xuanhua's kind of beast, not to mention that this kind of lingering without love was not what Sun Qian wanted. Silently reciting the meditation mantra, trying to calm himself down, after a while, he felt that he was not as impulsive as he was just now, and took out the silver needle from his arms and stabbed it towards Murong Shuangshuang, who was still writhing his body.

After a series of acupuncture, the aphrodisiacs in Murong Shuangshuang's body had been forced out. Murong Shuangshuang no longer twisted his body, and fell asleep quietly, Sun Qian breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at Murong Shuangshuang's torn clothes, and put on his own clothes for Murong Shuangshuang, only hoping that Murong Shuangshuang would not have a shadow in his heart because of this matter.

As soon as Murong Shuangshuang was dressed, he heard the sound of constant fighting outside. Sun Qian got up and walked towards the door. opened the door, but saw Chen Xiong and Xiao Ziteng being beaten on the ground. The atmosphere was rather eerie. The entire floor was almost crowded, and there wasn't even a pin in the room, but no one made a sound. A group of men in black suits with machetes in their hands stood with serious faces. Only Xiao Ziteng and Chen Xiong, who were pressed to the ground, made a "uh-huh" sound.

At the front of the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt on his upper body, a floral □□ on his lower body, and flip-flops on his feet was smoking a cigarette lazily. looked at Sun Qian who was standing at the door with a blank look. A playful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Tepid, not angry, not dry, it feels very stable.

"Is it Fang Tianyu who you injured?" The middle-aged man took a puff of his cigarette and asked casually.

"You said him?" Sun Qian's eyes glanced at Fang Tianyu, who was almost crippled by his own kick, and asked casually. Looking at the middle-aged man's expression, Sun Qian nodded with a smile and said, "Through the way he looked at me, things were obvious. ”

"At this time, you can still talk and laugh, I really look at you differently. But do you think you'll be able to get out of my territory easily? The middle-aged man said with a smile on his face, puffing on his cigarette.