That cold aura penetrated from the hem of his clothes, and then spread upwards in a trace, wandering unscrupulously, very lawless.

Lorraine felt a little uncomfortable, raised his hand and waved, and the cold breath floated to the side, and after a moment, it was entangled again.

Then, the lips were forcefully torn open by a cold hand, and something cold and soft covered it.

Nibble gently.

It burrowed into his mouth again and began to sweep back and forth.

Lorraine felt like her mouth was stuffed with ice, and the cold seemed to bubble out.

It was so cold that he desperately wanted to open his eyes, but his body was inexplicably heavy, and he couldn't even lift his fingers.

He tilted his head hard, trying to avoid the annoying cold aura, but was held down by a cold hand.

And then. Continue to violate wantonly.

In the dark, his earlobe was gently bitten, very lightly, as if bitten by an ant, and the pain disappeared, and then, again.

As if it was wearing down his patience.

Lorraine floated in her sleep, feeling a cold aura drift in her inner thighs.

Like a hand, gently and maliciously pinching the white and tender flesh of his legs.

Lorraine took a soft breath.

But he was caught in the lips by a cold and soft thing.

The cold hand began to attack his intimate parts.

Lorraine felt the cold finger slowly burrowing in, and there was a tearing pain in her lower body.

Lorraine suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

He let out a loud cry and woke up from the pain.

Sit up sharply.

It's dawn.

He turned his head stiffly, his gaze scanning the room.

I found that Wei Xuan was standing by the window, drawing.

He stood with his back to him, his slender body like a green bamboo in the forest, beautiful and moving.

The slender hands, beautiful and delicate, with smooth and graceful lines, move briskly across the drawing board.

The man in the picture is him.

"Brother, is it good-looking?" Sensing Lorraine's movements, the young man turned slightly sideways, his beautiful eyelids lifted up slightly, his gaze fell on Lorraine's dull face, his icy eyes were slightly bent, and he smiled lightly on his face, asking like a meritorious question.

Lorraine sat in a daze, and it took a long time for her to come to her senses.

Lorraine didn't speak, lowered his head, raised his hand and lifted his trouser leg, and sure enough, there were countless bitten bags on it.

Could it be that the mosquito is going to be on a bar with him?

Wei Xuan's gaze by the window also fell on Lorraine's white legs, and his eyes were dark.

After a while, Lorraine got out of bed, approached Wei Xuan, and rubbed his eyes twice, it was really him.

Regarding the fact that he can see the painting painted by Wei Xuan now, Lorraine estimates that Wei Xuan bit him before, causing a person and a ghost to have something in common.

But Wei Xuan actually painted him sleeping.

With his mouth open, he hugged the quilt on all sides, and he fell asleep, not to mention how ugly it was.

I actually asked him if he was good-looking?

If he said that he was ugly, Wei Xuan would think that he denied his painting skills, and if he said that he was good-looking, wouldn't he be boasting?

He's not so narcissistic.

This is truly the biggest problem of this century.

"Brother, don't you think it's good-looking?" Wei Xuan said softly.

Lorraine came back to her senses and said a little embarrassed, "Well, it's okay. ”

Hearing this, Wei Xuan gently lowered his long eyelashes, and his beautiful face, which was still bright just now, suddenly dimmed, he raised his eyes, biting his lip gently, and the pair of beautiful eyes behind the long eyelashes revealed a little injury: "Brother, do you think I can't draw well?" ”