In order to make Tang Zhiyi's resistance ineffective, Gong Yishen was riding on her waist at the moment, with her ankle stuck on her thigh, so that she could free up her hands to tear her clothes.

So because of his actions, he had to see this scene of blood spurting before Tang Zhiyi, who was cold on his chest.

The visual impact at this moment made Gong Yi a little confused and even more shy, and suddenly he came back to his senses with a thrill, and he completely gave up his crazy thoughts.

Tang Zhiyi first saw his embarrassment from Gong Yishen's bloodshot eyes, and then felt the coolness in the spring, which made layers of goosebumps appear on Xue Nen's skin.

"Smack!"

"Gong Yishen, you bastard!"

Tang Zhiyi raised his hand and slapped Gong Yishen, his eyes were instantly filled with tears, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling when he was anxious and angry.

Gong Yishen was stunned to bear her slap that was not too hard, without any reaction or movement, still riding on her like that, watching her cry fixedly.

Tears slipped down the corners of her eyes one by one, Tang Zhiyi was so breathless that she cried, her hands kept wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, as if these tears were her heart, once exposed to Gong Yishen, she would be in a weak position, making the already strange situation even more out of control.

Gong Yishen suddenly thought of something, raised his big hand that was trembling a little, and deducted the contradictions he had caused one by one again.

"Smack!" Just when Tang Zhiyi was embarrassed and didn't know how to face it, a faint voice suddenly hit her shirt.

The warm sensation quickly pierced through the thin shirt and wet her lower abdomen.

Tang Zhiyi, who kept rubbing his eyes and wiping tears, stiffened, and couldn't even care about the shame of crying, and while letting go of his hand, he shouted angrily to Gong Yishen:

"Big bastard, when is it? Are you still in this mood? Get something like this on me? You're just ......."

The most intense words were about to be blurted out, but when it became clear through the tears in her hazy vision that it was blood dripping on her clothes, not the strange things she had thought of, all the words were completely silenced.

"Ahh Are your wounds torn? Still not down? Are you iron-clad? Unable to tell whether he was ashamed, regretful or angry, Tang Zhiyi barely supported his body with his elbows, stared at Gong Yishen, who was half of his pajamas stained red with blood, and gritted his teeth in order.

Gong Yishen followed her line of sight to look at the blood stains on her lower abdomen, and slowly raised Qing Lingling's smiling gaze, not moving her body at all, but asked:

"Continuing with what you didn't say before, what do you think I've got on you?"

What is it?

What else could it be if it went off the fire and carried a warm, moist liquid?

Tang Zhiyi immediately made a big red face, how could he not admit that he wanted to be crooked!

"Blood, of course! Can't you see? Don't feel the pain? Tang Zhiyi's retort was very smooth.

Gong Yishen continued to laugh, and pierced her mercilessly:

"I haven't seen you for five years, but you're getting dirtier and dirtier! Can you even think of such a thing? Or a moment? But Tang Zhiyi, are you too confident in yourself? Or are you doubting me? So fast? Not even a single movement? Stained your clothes? Hahaha! ”

The last laugh was full of tricks.