What can Qiao Han do? He could only stare at the root of his teeth, and bend this . The insult was kept in my heart.

Qiao Han's poisonous eyes pleased Qiao An, she hooked the corners of her lips slightly, and chuckled.

"This look is very beautiful."

"Smack!"

With two whip sounds, Qiao Han's muscles tightened, and the whole person tensed, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

The hook that hung from the bed curtain was knocked off, and the bed curtain fell, and the huge bed curtain blocked the light from the outside and also blocked the room's cameras.

Each themed room on the fifth floor is equipped with a camera, and those recorded footage will be specially made into video discs, stored in the film and television hall, and become Zhao Qingzhen's collection.

Joan half-crouched down.

Qiao Han closed his eyes for a while, but he never felt pain, and couldn't help but open his eyes.

As soon as you catch your eye, there is a beautiful woman's face, and a pair of smiling eyes, full of banter.

His face was red, like a child who had been caught doing something wrong, staring timidly on the outside and on the inside, embarrassed and angry.

Qiao Han is clean and handsome, with a thin figure, although he is eighteen years old, he looks like a minor, he is wearing a black cat uniform, and his face is red, especially like ......

"Fried kitten." Qiao An leaned over Qiao Han's body and exhaled softly in his ear.

The hot air blew in his ears and passed into his body along the nerve endings at the root of his ear, as if carrying electricity, making Qiao Han's whole body numb.

Then he felt a hand on his waist.

"Woooooooooooo

Qiao Han blushed, twisted his little body, and whined.

Change. State! Fowl. Beast! Let me go!

Qiao An followed Qiao Han's waist, went down, forked into the gap between the bed frame and the mattress, and then pressed the bed frame lightly.

"Boom."

There was a slight rattle, and the mattress slowly descended to the side until a hole was revealed that only one person could climb into.

Qiao Han was stunned.

Qiao An stood up and kicked Qiao Han inside.

He rolled in.

"Ahh

Jo Ann followed.

508 and 501 are on the far left and right of the fifth floor, 508 has an elevator leading to the second underground execution ground, and 501 also has an elevator to the second underground floor, but the place to arrive is an independent space, separated from the execution ground by a wall of about five meters, hiding the biggest secret of the Qingguo Gang.

After entering, it was pitch black, and Qiao An turned on the flashlight prepared in advance and saw the gray-faced Qiao Han.

It is a long, narrow room, about four square meters, with gray concrete, like a rough room, which contrasts sharply with the glittering bedroom next door.

Qiao An untied the rope that bound Qiao Han's feet, took what was in his mouth, and pulled him up, then pushed and pushed him to the opposite side.

Qiao Han stumbled, his feet bent, and he was half-leaning against the wall.

Joan walked up to him, put one hand on his ear, and pressed it against him, and the distance between the two was only a centimeter.

Because of his proximity, Qiao Han could even smell the unique smell of a woman.

The dim and narrow space makes the air ambiguous. Ambiguous.

Qiao Han, who was knocked by the wall, blushed, and felt that there was a faint sign of raising his head, but he shouted inwardly: "You...... What are you doing?! ”

"Shh

Qiao An stretched out a finger and pressed it lightly on Qiao Han's lips, smiling brightly.

In the dark, Qiao Han could only see Qiao An's starry eyes, glowing with a little broken light......