The man was slightly stunned for a moment, he could clearly feel that this lord who suddenly appeared was not easy to mess with, and suddenly restrained his mind, and turned to look at Ding Lan angrily:

"I'll let you go today!"

With that, he quickly turned around and left.

Ding Lan was still standing in place, his slender and delicate body leaning obliquely on the bar, his right leg slightly hooked, propped up on the edge of the bar, and his body leaned back, looking like he was opening his whole body, waiting for something.

The knife took a deep breath and turned his eyes to look at Ding Lan, the light under his eyes was dim and unclear:

"It's time for you to go back!"

After saying that, the knife wanted to leave, but before he could get out, his wrist was caught off guard.

Ding Lan's palm was scorching hot, and the knife was instantly excited, and the eyebrows were also twisted:

"You ......"

Ding Lan was still smiling, but the smile in his eyes became more and more ambiguous, which was intoxicating. She also left the bar and leaned on the knife.

Her body was the same temperature as the palm of her hand, burning so hot that it could almost burn a person.

The depression in Xiaodao's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and he instinctively wanted to push Ding Lan away, but he heard her exhale in his ear with a soft voice:

"I'm drugged!"

In a word, Xiao Dao's heart suddenly felt a thrill, and then looking at Ding Lan's face, it was indeed beginning to be shrouded in a layer of not so healthy pink.

"!"

The knife cursed in a low voice, leaned over, picked up Ding Lan horizontally, and walked out directly.

He hadn't been in this situation before, and he didn't know what to do, but he knew that it was absolutely dangerous to leave such a woman alone in a bar.

He is not a righteous man, but he is definitely not a heinous and hateful person, even if he and Ding Lan don't know each other until now, but there is no way to sit idly by.

With a cold face and Ding Lan into the elevator, Xiaodao decided to take her to his room first, and then call Zhao Xin or Lin Man to ask what to do with this kind of thing.

It's just that, unexpectedly, along the way, Ding Lan is rarely quiet.

Although she didn't say a word, and there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, the knife could see that she was working very hard. In just a few minutes, the white and smooth forehead and the high bridge of the nose were already covered with fine beads of sweat.

She bit her lip stiffly, because she used too much force, she had begun to ooze blood, one by one, a thread, like a blooming poppy, bewitching and beautiful.

Xiaodao tried his best to ignore the shock in his heart, carried Ding Lan to the room, put her on the big bed and prepared to make a phone call, but the moment he turned around, his waist was tightly hugged by a pair of arms like water snakes stretched out from behind him.

She sprayed the scorching breath of lust on the back of the knife, even through the cloth, it was still so clear, the body of the knife stiffened all of a sudden, he clenched his fists hard, turned his head, and looked at Ding Lan.

"Be sober!"

I don't know if it's because of anger or forbearance, Xiaodao's tone is very bad, but Ding Lan doesn't seem to hear his words, and leans forward harder.

The two bodies fit together like this, one is cold, the other is hot, the fusion of ice and fire, but I never know who will be the one who will win in the end?

Ding Lan seemed to have been devoured by countless insects and ants in her body at this moment, she kept rubbing her body, feeling the strong and strong waist of the man in her arms, and only felt that there were countless beasts in her body clamoring to run out.

But it's not enough! Far from enough!

What she wants is not something that can be relieved by a simple physical touch.

With instinct, Ding Lan sent his lips out, accurately aimed at the two soft and thin lips of the knife, and began to suck hard.

She kissed insolently, only to feel that this man's lips seemed to be like a pool of sweet spring water, which could quench the hunger and thirst in her body.

The lines of the knife's back have collapsed straight at the moment, on the one hand, the brain is constantly telling itself to keep sanity, this woman has been drugged, and everything she is doing now may not be out of her heart at all, just by virtue of medicine and instinct.

Maybe in another person, she will do the same.

But on the other hand, his body seemed to be no longer his own, and it was not controlled at all. Finally, in Ding Lan's kiss like a storm, he slowly closed his eyes.

His big hand wrapped around Ding Lan's waist, feeling her softness and slenderness, and the two of them quickly collapsed on the big bed behind them, and the sheets quickly became messy and wrinkled.

However, at this moment, Ding Lan seemed to be a little sober, and said with difficulty in Xiaodao's ear:

"Take me...... Go to the bathroom! ”

Ding Lan's voice was like a muffled thunder, which instantly restored the knife's sanity, and he was startled, and suddenly realized that he couldn't help but feel a little angry just now.

However, looking at Ding Lan's appearance, he couldn't convince himself to leave like this.

With a heart, the knife tried hard to restrain the fiery tightness in his lower abdomen, picked up Ding Lan horizontally, and entered the bathroom.

The moment the water flowed on Ding Lan's body, her eyes were obviously much brighter and darker.

Xiaodao was a little annoyed, he didn't know why he couldn't control himself like this when he knew that the other party had been drugged. This is completely contrary to his mercenary background!

The knife looked at Ding Lan, clenched his fist hard, and on the back of his hand, green tendons burst out.

turned around, and when he wanted to leave, he heard Ding Lan's voice ring behind him again.

She said:

"I just don't want to, let myself do something unconscious!"

Her voice was faint, but it was extremely difficult, the knife was stunned, and the steps she wanted to take were like lead, and she couldn't move.

Behind him, there was a rustling sound caught in the water, and the knife swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a moist and soft embrace.

Ding Lan leaned his face against the knife's straight back, and said word by word:

"I want you to know that I know and understand what I'm doing!"

The knife's head was numb for a while, and in a daze, Ding Lan's hand had reached his waist, smoothly untied his belt, and stretched inside.

The moment he wrapped the knife in the damp warmth, he only felt a bang in his head, as if an electric current rushed down the soles of his feet directly to the top of his head, making his whole body feel the urge to tremble involuntarily.

The knife bit his back molars fiercely, slowly turned around, and looked down at Ding Lan.

Her face was flushed, her body and hair were wet, but her eyes were calm and bright.

At that moment, the knife believed!

The woman said that she knew and understood, what she was doing, and the knife believed it!

But the last shred of reason that still existed reminded him—

"You've figured it out, there's not just one way to solve it!"

Ding Lan picked his lips obliquely when he heard this:

"When did I tell you that I was here to solve it?"

As he spoke, Ding Lan got closer again, stood on tiptoe, put his lips to the knife's ear, and the breath he exhaled was so hot that it sprayed on the knife's neck, word by word:

"From the first time I saw you, I imagined what it would be like for you to enter my body!"

After speaking, Ding Lan took a bite of the knife's earlobe, the knife's eyes tightened, and the tightness in the lower abdomen could no longer be controlled, he pulled Ding Lan and kissed it presumptuously.

I don't know if it's because of the medicinal properties, today's Ding Lan is completely different from the previous two times.

For the first time, the kiss between the two was more like a kiss of one person.

In the small space in the car, no matter how the knife conquered the city, Ding Lan always behaved so calmly and easily.

The second time, in the elevator and corridor of the orange clubhouse, Ding Lan was like a beast that was constantly attacking, and he was quickly overwhelmed.

And this time......

Xiaodao felt that this time it was their real kiss.

He and her lips and teeth intertwined, plundering each other, and sometimes giving in to each other. Whether it's nibbling, biting, sucking, licking, every time, every blow gives the knife an experience that has never been experienced before.

The water in the shower was still flowing outward, and the knife quickly pressed Ding Lan against the wall, allowing the water to pour down from the top of the two of them unscrupulously.

Ding Lan's two little hands have always refused to settle down, just like she paints on weekdays, little by little, meticulously and slowly on the knife body, every muscle, every texture, she sketched very carefully.

In a moment, the lips of the two were temporarily separated, each other's eyes were a little blurred, and their breathing was disordered.

Ding Lan calmed her eyes, pushed the knife's shirt up a little bit, she arched her body slightly, and continued to outline the knife's body with her dexterous tongue.

Xiaodao's body stiffened, and he involuntarily raised his head slightly, and breathed heavily, like a drowning fish.

Soon, the shirt was taken off the top of his head and tossed aside, and the knife's sturdy and sturdy body was exposed to Ding Lan's gaze.

There was still no trace of ridicule in her eyes, naked and direct, just staring directly at the body of the knife, looking at the small scars on it, and a few clearly visible bullet holes.

The deep light in Ding Lan's eyes couldn't help but dim.

This man ...... It was more mysterious than she had imagined!

As if sensing Ding Lan's pause, the knife couldn't help but hang his head, and when he came into contact with the exploration of Ding Lan's eyes, his eyebrows couldn't help but sink:

"Scared?"

Ding Lan didn't answer, but leaned down again, and landed a shallow kiss on a scabbed bullet hole in the knife's chest, close to his heart.

"I never knew what it meant to be afraid!"

After saying that, Ding Lan continued to slide his body down until he knelt between the legs of the knife, bit the metal zipper of his jeans with his trembling teeth, and pulled it down violently......