Chapter 186: Xie Shao's Coldness
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"Li Mo, I want to sleep, okay" Yun Bixue was delicate and helpless, begging Xie Limo for mercy.
In the past, when she was coquettish and said that she was tired, Xie Limo would be considerate of her, feel sorry for her, and then let her go.
But how she begged for mercy today, Xie Limo just continued to insist, letting her float and flutter in the clouds, like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, and wanted to eat all at once.
As if knowing what Yun Bixue was thinking, Xie Limo whispered in her ear: "Madam, you were really hungry for your husband before, and you worked hard tonight." ”
"Li Mo, I'm really tired" Yun Bixue's eyes were intoxicated, and her mind was like a firelight exploding, floating in the clouds.
Xie Limo was distressed, but he also looked at Yun Bixue like a flame and said, "Madame underestimates herself too much. ”
In the end, Xie Limo's back was full of nail marks, and even his shoulders were full of tooth marks, which showed how fierce the battle was.
Yun Bixue fainted twice, and finally woke up with Xie Limo's gentle and tireless kiss.
While kissing, he sighed softly: "Madame is really an abrasive goblin, little goblin." "Yes, it's his goblin, so beautiful that she blooms for him because of his favor.
No one can see her moment of beauty.
He couldn't put it down, couldn't let go, just wanted to disassemble her into his belly.
In the end, Xie Limo wiped the water off Yun Bixue's body with a towel and carried her back to the bedroom.
As soon as she touched the pillow, Yun Bixue was very greedy, and at this time she didn't even have any strength, she didn't have the strength to move her mouth, she was too tired.
Xie Limo covered Yun Bixue with a quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and then lowered his head and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.
Seeing the sound of her even breathing coming, Xie Limo put on civilian clothes and walked out of the bedroom.
Closing the bedroom door, Xie Limo looked at the servants standing there respectfully, and his expression became cold.
When he walked over gracefully step by step, the servants of the villa all bowed down and "pleaded guilty to Xie Shao"
Xie Limo picked up the dagger next to him, threw it out, and cut off half of the hair of the person in front, "You also know that if something happens to the young lady, your life will be left here." ”
Although Xie Limo's tone was flat, the cold air revealed made everyone frightened.
The young lady of the Xie family, it is their responsibility not to protect it well, if the young lady really has an accident, they will all solve it by themselves, and they will not wait for Xie Shao to do it.
Looking at Xie Shao, who was cold, everyone also knew that Xie Shao was really angry, some of them were not descendants of the Xie family, they had never seen Xie Shao before, but they had also heard that the Xie family stomped their feet, and the world had to move.
Especially as the future heir of the Xie family, Xie Shao has the legendary right, Ning'an City is an ant-like place, but in this ant-like small place, it is the most normal for the young lady to almost have an accident Xie Shao's anger.
And the moment they knew the danger, they were all afraid, the young lady must not have an accident, so the secret guard immediately issued a first-level alarm system.
Fortunately, there was no danger, but they had already derelict in their duties, so they were not qualified to defend themselves.
The next day, Yun Bixue slept until the afternoon and woke up, and her whole body was sore and painful.
Xie Shiyi came to the room and said respectfully: "The young lady is awake"
"Hmm"
After Xie Shiyi brought the team to give Yun Bixue a full body massage, she was much better, and only after she was brisk did she go out to prepare for dinner.
But when she saw the unfamiliar faces of the servants, her face changed slightly: "What about those people yesterday" 00 collected and organized, and the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.