Min Zhuang'er pillowed the man's strong chest, to be exact, the man pressed her head, so that she had to press against him.

Her resistance made Jun Xiaoyan particularly uncomfortable.

"It wasn't like that before." His fingers touched her short hair as he wished, combing inch by inch, "You forgot that we used to be so close. ”

Min Zhuang'er replied, "At that time, you were not the Lord of the Corpse Forest, but my anti-drug hero. ”

How could she forget the intimacy at the beginning, she could whisper anything, and when she cried for Nan Dusk, he always used his fingers to help her wipe her tears.

"Hero, huh." Jun Xiaoyan squeezed the word out of his teeth, with boundless mockery, "I've never been a hero. ”

As he spoke, the man's slender and beautiful fingers continued to flip through the book.

"Any idea what I'm reading?"

Min Zhuang'er didn't answer, she was thinking about her mother.

"I'll read it to you." The man brought the book close to him, and lay lazily in the hammock with his girl in his arms.

Speckled sunlight sprinkled on his face, handsome and dazzling, strangely shimmering with mottled pearl light.

"Min Zhuang'er, the light of my life, the fire of my hope, my sin, my soul, the tip of the tongue up, in three steps, from the roof down, gently falling to the teeth: Min, Zhuang, Er".

A subtle tremor spread throughout Min Zhuang'er's body, and soul-stirring verses resounded through the rainforest, where there was nothing but filth, malaria, fever, and mosquitoes, and Jun Xiaoyan continued to tease her in this way.

It turned out that he was watching Nabokov's "Lolita".

But just now he read the name of the book, and the original text reads "Lolita, the light of my life.......

"Honey, you're my Lolita." The man's eyes were full of tenderness, and he looked up at the top of the rainforest.

"I'm not." In my mind, I filtered my daughter and husband over and over again, filtered Min Huixian's death, and I only remembered the bitter hatred at this moment.

Min Zhuang'er's eyes, which were as dry as a dry well, began to look for the reflection on the picnic mat just now.

"What, disobedient again?" The man whispered, lowered his head and touched her forehead with his mouth, and at this touch, Min Zhuang'er immediately trembled, struggled to get rid of Jun Xiaoyan's shackles, rolled over and got off the hammock, and fell on the picnic mat.

The man's eyes sank.

She shifted to the reflection on the picnic mat.

Jun Xiaoyan didn't notice it, followed her out of the hammock, and pressed her between his arms with a strong force, just like that night.

The navy-style skirt suits her very well, and the soft rabbit makes men want to stop.

But it's a pity that his hidden disease is still stubborn and still hasn't improved.

The man was annoyed.

But at the moment, he didn't seem to be worried, the night hadn't come yet, tonight was destined to be a long time, and when the [Dawn Project] was over tomorrow, everyone was dead, and the future of him and her was still long.

On the day he fully recovered, he would torture her for a few days and nights.

The man took a brightly colored cherry, rubbed it on her lips provocatively, looked down closely, and ordered her, "Good boy, eat the cherry." ”

Min Zhuang'er's face suddenly softened a lot, and he seemed to smile at him, Jun Xiaoyan was satisfied, this is good, as before, the bewitchment of his demon is only the power to parry.

The pink lilac clung to the bright red cherry.

Then chew slowly until the lips are soaked in a honey color of saliva and cherry juice.

The temptation came, and the demonic love suppressed in Jun Xiaoyan's body was finally released at this moment.

"Zhuang'er, we haven't kissed yet, are you ready now?"