The butterfly's form flashed, disappeared into the small mirror, and entered the bath.

Ye Cuo only saw a piece of white skin, which flashed in the mirror, making him dizzy for a while, and then walked out of the range that could be seen in the mirror.

Ye Cuo hurriedly moved to the side, wanting to find an angle, and then continue to observe.

Who knows, the angle is good, but the butterfly has already entered the bathroom.

The bathroom is a small single room separated by frosted glass in the shower, and inside is the shower head.

Although frosted glass is hazy and unclear, it also has a temptation that is both real and illusory.

Ye Cuo sat on the edge of the bed, and for a while, he was reluctant to blink.

Through the hazy frosted glass, you can faintly see the figure of the butterfly inside.

At this time, the butterfly, only the two most important pieces are left in the whole body, and the delicate figure, like a shadow puppet play, is thrown on the glass, and Ye Cuo is itching in his heart.

The butterfly behind the glass seemed to look outside vigilantly, and only began to move again after making sure that Ye Cuo didn't move, and Ye Cuo saw in a daze that the last two pieces of clothing also fell off the butterfly's body.

A dazzling, breathtakingly beautiful, ice-carved jade-like sparkling and soft, snow-white and delicate without any flaws, and extremely smooth and graceful lines of a saint-like jade body, Tingting jade stands in the bathroom.

Under the dim light, Ye Cuo could only see in a daze that he had a slender waist that was delicate and boneless.

A pair of jade arms like snow lotus and a pair of snow-white delicate, graceful and slender legs, coupled with her beautiful and beautiful flowers, are really not beautiful, and there is no place that is not exciting.

It is really God's perfect work, that tall and well-proportioned, delicate and feminine slender carcass, exquisitely convex, thin where it should be thin, and convex where it should be convex.

The gentle and graceful temperament that is as pure as poetry and dreamy and mysterious makes every man crazy.

The sound of rushing water sounded, imagining the scene of water flowing through his skin, Ye Cuo suddenly felt that he was a little thirsty.

Ten minutes later, the butterfly walked out of the bathroom, like a cloud of water beads hanging on her hair, the snow-white translucent shirt could not hide the girl's graceful and wonderful curves, the concave and convex looming, the snow peaks were towering, the snow legs were slender and slender, round and graceful, and the slender waist was only a hand.

Those beautiful eyes are like a pool of crystal spring water, clear and transparent, and Chu Chu is moving.

The goose-egg-shaped lines of the soft pretty face, with the bright red and tender cherry red lips, the beautiful and delicate nose, and the beautiful and delicate chin, look gentle and charming.

Against the backdrop of the soft night pearl light, she is like a fairy of Yaochi falling from the sky.

Ye Cuo suddenly discovered that the butterfly was more beautiful than he imagined.

In the previous life, the two of them wandered in the desert of the Middle East for a week or two, or wandered in the Amazon rainforest for months, and at that time they could not pay attention to the image at all, and they looked like they were called Hanako, and they were extremely miserable.

And now the butterfly, which is ten years younger, looks like a hibiscus out of the water, and it looks extremely beautiful.

Butterfly, who was wearing a thin silk pajamas, lay down on the bed and stretched comfortably.

Ye Cuo looked at her and asked tentatively, "You slept here tonight?"

"Hmm. The butterfly said yes lightly.

"I can tell you in advance, I won't sleep on the floor. Ye Cuo looked at the butterfly and said.

"Let's go to bed, then. The butterfly pulled over the quilt, covered herself, and closed her eyes.

Ye Cuo's eyes lit up, and he lay beside the butterfly with a smile, and smelled a faint fragrance of virginity at the end of his nose, which was as elegant as an orchid.

The butterfly closed its eyes, its slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and its smooth face seemed to be covered with a beautiful light veil under the light of the light moonlight outside the window.

Her breathing was even, as if she had fallen asleep, Ye Cuo couldn't help but have an evil thought in her heart, and reached out and quietly touched it.

The tentacles were cold and smooth, and the hands were smooth and tender, and Ye Cuo's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate a few times.

In the quilt, there was a faint sweet fragrance, Ye Cuo couldn't help but breathe greedily, and after more than ten seconds, his head tilted and he fainted on the bed.

The butterfly slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were cold, she looked at Ye Cuo, who had fainted, and slowly put away a white pill in the palm of her hand that exuded a cold fragrance.

"The surname Ye, although killing you will make Su Ya and Yunni sad, but people like you are not worthy of the two of them. So," the butterfly took a deep breath, as if ready to convince herself, "so I killed you, and I wouldn't have the guilt of thinking about it in my heart." ”

In the hands of butterflies, there is an extra thin needle.

The color of this needle turned out to be as bright as a red-hot coal.

This abnormal red color is a very terrifying poison, extracted from the toxin of a fire ant in Africa, and quenched into the needle.

If this needle is pricked on the human body, it will let a very domineering fire poison enter the human body, and with the circulation of blood, it will destroy the function of the human organs very quickly, but it will not leave serious external injuries, which is very domineering.

The butterfly looked at Ye Cuo's handsome face, a needle was about to pierce Ye Cuo's skin, but she couldn't help but pause again, and involuntarily remembered in her mind that in the bedroom before, Ye Cuo hugged herself and kissed her lips.

That indescribable touch is so ecstatic at this time.

The butterfly trembled her hands, looked at Ye Cuo's ruddy lips, couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat, and the god bowed her head and kissed Ye Cuo's lips gently.

This kiss made Butterfly's heart can't help jumping, her whole person was flustered, she felt that her face was hot, she didn't need to look at it, she was completely blushing.

The butterfly was in a big mess, like a basin of cold water pouring down from her head, and said to herself: It's over, I must kill him now, otherwise he will become my inner demon.

The butterfly raised the poisonous needle and was about to pierce Ye Cuo's neck, but she felt that her face was getting hotter and hotter, her heart was beating faster and faster, and her brain was blurred.

The face of Ye Cuo in front of him was a little unreal, and the butterfly couldn't help but shake her head, but her eyes were dark and she fainted on the bed.

On the other side, Ye Cuo slowly opened his eyes, looked at the blushing butterfly, a gentle smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, gently covered her with a quilt, and kissed her with affection on her lips.

"Silly girl, you still want to kill me, stupid!" After speaking, Ye Cuo got up, left the room, and walked towards the meeting point agreed between Blood Kill and Butterfly.