Su Bei nodded: "Well, the ninth master woke up when I went to get water." ”

Shu Xiaomian: "......"

Why didn't he say it earlier?

She squeezed her palm, walked back, pulled the door and got into the car.

In the car, the man was dignified and calm, opened his deep and charming eyes, looked at Shu Xiaomian who was depressed, and pursed his lips:

"Pity me?"

Shu Xiaomian nodded.

He has always been perfect and graceful like a god, as if all that exists in him is diamonds, and there will be no grayness.

This was the first time she knew about his gloom, it turned out that no matter how noble a person was, there were times when he was injured.

She expressed sympathy from the bottom of her heart.

Xi Mushen smiled, his eyes were slightly deep, and he sighed lightly:

"It seems quite pitiful and hurtful when I think about it."

Shu Xiaomian felt guilty in her heart, if she hadn't asked, he wouldn't have remembered it, and she apologized with a low face:

"I'm sorry."

Xi Mushen leaned over and reached out to hold her hand: "No need to say I'm sorry, you should take me out of the emotional wound now." ”

Su Bei's eyes widened on the side.

Emotional wounds? When did the Ninth Master define that as a sentimental injury?

Just when I was puzzled, I heard the ninth master say:

"The best way to get out of the emotional wound is to devote yourself to another broken relationship, Xiaomian, associate with me."

Puff cough!

Subei vomited 10,000 catties of blood!

Ninth Master, you sympathetic manipulation......

The black line on Shu Xiaomian's forehead, is he so straightforward?

But no matter what, she couldn't promise him now, pursed her lips, and said, "No, I'...... Not! ”

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by the man's lips and sealed in his mouth.

Su Bei saw the crit, quickly closed the baffle, opened the door and got out of the car, and walked away.

Otherwise, listening to the corner of the ninth master, do you want to die?

Inside the carriage.

After Xi Mushen tasted Shu Xiaomian's breath, he felt a bolt of lightning slash through his body.

He raised his hand to clasp the back of her head, and domineeringly burrowed into her city, pouring his breath into his mouth, and entangled with her.

The silk is dense and impermeable.

Shu Xiaomian was out of breath, and his little hand pushed his shoulder: "Hmm...... No, don't ......"

Obviously resisting, her voice was as low as a whisper.

Xi Mushen pressed her down in position, slightly softened, and gave her a chance to breathe, her eyes were burning, and her voice was hoarse:

"Emotional wounds, days. On the car, the location is advantageous. Full moon. The man is together. ”

People, people?

Shu Xiaomian understood something, her little face was crimson, how could she be so dirty?

Without waiting for her to react, Xi Mushen sealed her lips again, gentler and more meticulous than before, sweeping every inch of her territory little by little.

The air is gradually heating up.

The temperature of each other is getting higher and higher.

Shu Xiaomian was confused, like floating on the sea, unable to think.

The body, under his touch, trembled faintly.

An indescribable thirst for shame also rose......

Xi Mushen felt her reaction, and the tight strings burst in one fell swoop.

With an unusually warm hand, she parted her legs and pulled her thin pajama pants......

The chill hits.

When Shu Xiaomian sobered up, she felt that something was violated, and the man's uncontrollable desire.

She instantly retracted her thoughts, and nervously raised her hand and pushed him away:

"Uncle Nine, it's really not good......

Xi Mushen was on the bow, and his incomparably deep eyes because of some kind of desire locked Shu Xiaomian in a panic.

Reaching out to take her little hand, it was placed under his belt, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Do you feel it? Are you sure you call a halt at this time? ”