Chapter 3: Seeking the Skin of the Tiger 1

For six days,

Xu Anran was lying in the room, being examined by the demon doctor opposite.

Today, she finally couldn't bear to whisper: "You treat me as a blood cow?" ”

"Huh? What cow? ”

"If you pump like this three times a day, you think you can drain me in a few days."

The cold voice carried a cold ruthlessness, which made Tang Xuan, who was cleaning up at the head of the bed, suddenly slammed his body.

looked at the extremely cold streamer that burst out of Xu Anran's eyes...... Shocked.

It had been three months since he had known this woman, and for the first time, Tang Xuan felt a difference from her sight.

Although his appearance still made him unable to look directly, the sudden coldness and indecisiveness of her body made the temperature in the room suddenly drop to a minimum.

This momentum,

He only experienced it in Mo Shaochen,

The sense of oppression that made people powerless to resist actually made him speechless for a while, and he lowered his head in shame.

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late at night

A faint breath sprayed on the neck,

Xu Anran woke up vigilantly.

"Are you still running away?"

A creepy voice came from behind.

She turned over violently,

Before he could sit up, he was pressed directly under him.

"Mo Shaochen?"

The room was very dark, and she couldn't see the other party clearly, but judging from the dangerous aura exuded from him, there was no doubt that the other party should be the male owner of this villa.

"Let go of me, you don't have the right to do this to me."

"Oh? Do you think I have no rights? Or disdain? ”

The rising danger made her frown and think.

It seems that when she answers that answer, she can easily provoke the other party's ready anger.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, she replied lightly:

"Okay, it's my slip of the tongue, you are the mighty and domineering Mo Shaochen, the 'national husband' of the female animals in the entire imperial capital, I can't even count as an ant in your eyes, so you are neither non-cutting nor powerless, you, just can't bear it!"

As soon as the words fell,

Syllable......

A dazzling light suddenly poured down from the top of his head, and Xu Anran closed his eyes violently.

He opened it again, and without warning, he crashed into a pair of bottomless eyes.

Damn, so handsome.

This is the word that popped out of Xu Anran's first reaction when he saw the man clearly.

The man's facial features are very deep, and there is no trace of superfluous expression on his flawless white face.

The blue eyes of the clear sky are like a pool of stagnant water without waves, revealing the deadly attraction of drowning.

The bridge of the nose shimmered in the light and shadow of the incandescent lamp.

The thin lips of the cherry red pursed lightly, so that she almost couldn't help but want to taste the sweetness and spiciness......

now

Mo Shaochen really felt her difference.

For three months,

This was the longest sentence she had ever said to herself, and although it was still full of sarcasm, he really experienced her different edge.

Syllable......

A drop of cold water slid down from the top of his head and fell directly onto her cheek.

The cool touch made the nymphomaniac woman sober up instantly.

Looking at the ends of his wet hair, a sense of immediacy of water hibiscus flashed through his mind.

She struggled a few times with some embarrassment, and when she saw that there was no way to avoid it, she stopped resisting weakly.

Take a deep breath and open your mouth lightly:

"Mo Shaochen, I don't know what kind of purpose you have in marrying me, but since you are married, I don't have the strength to die again, so let's sit down calmly and talk about the conditions?!"

Feeling the cold aura emanating from the man in an instant, Xu Anran worked hard to force back the fear that came out of his body, and stared at the other party with wide eyes.