"It doesn't hurt." Rong Xun coaxed her, kissed away her tears little by little, and said ambiguously: "Leave it to me."

A long time has passed.

Su Jiuge felt like he had experienced a battle where sweetness and pain were intertwined.

The man's passionate kiss and his low, sexy voice became the only mainstream in her world.

The ups and downs of the waves lapped back and forth against her, and it was another world.

She finally became Rong Xun's woman completely.

"Xiao Jiu." Rong Xun kissed her, and went in and out of her body strongly: "Trust me."

Su Jiuge closed his eyes, his breathing was a little short, he didn't speak, he could only breathe in small breaths, and fell into a deep dream.

What did she dream again?

In the dream, Su Jiuge looked around in a panic, there was no one, but there was a strong aura that surrounded her all the time.

"Jiuge, stay with me."

"Jiuge, I'll snatch Rong Xun over!"

Su Jiuge looked over, and Xu Yilan, who was dressed in white, looked at her coldly, with a hateful and complicated gaze.

Su Jiuge was taken aback: "Why are you?"

What exactly do these two sentences mean?!

Xu Yilan turned his head and left.

Su Jiuge chased after him and grabbed his hand: "What did you say, who are you?"

Xu Yilan's indistinguishable face had a cruel sneer and a soft sweet smile, and the strange combination of the two smiles made people shudder, Su Jiuge took a step back in surprise and let go of his hand.

"Jiuge, if you don't want it, I'll let you not want it." Xu Yilan said gloomily, the corners of her mouth rose, and she reached out and pushed her back hard.

The wind was very strong, and behind her, suddenly turned into a cliff, and the wind blew her ears with a ringing in her ears.

She fell to the bottom of a cliff and fell into powder.

Hurt.

The pain of crushing all over the body.

A clear and simple feeling.

Su Jiuge opened her eyes, and what she saw was the familiar ceiling, and she turned her head, the familiar structure of the room.

"Whew-"

She breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that everything was a dream.

"Wake up." In the morning, the unique lazy voice sounded, low and dumb like an elegant cello, steady and elegant, Su Jiuge was kissed.

The long eyelashes gently stirred and scraped the man's face, she raised her hand, grabbed the man's neck, and responded enthusiastically.

"Good girl." Rong Xun chuckled with satisfaction, and the sound of sexual sensation made people's scalp tingle.

No wonder it hurts so much, this man wants her for a night.

Thinking of the intimacy of the two people without scruples all night, Su Jiuge's face turned red again, and he buried his head and didn't dare to look at him: "You ......"

She paused, not daring to say anything.

She was wearing a bathrobe, although her body was aching and uncomfortable, she didn't have any sticky feeling, Rong Xun should have helped her take a bath.

"I'll take care of it." Rong Xun lifted the head of the woman dressed as an ostrich, her deep eyes were so black that there was no trace of magazines, and she said seriously.

Su Jiuge looked at Rong Xun, the man's messy short hair was fluffy, the home was real, and he was so close that there was no sense of alienation, which was the feeling she had been looking forward to for too long and had been looking forward to.

Su Jiuge hugged him at once, didn't speak, and nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

She's not in a hurry.

She and Rong Xun have been together for a long time, and there is enough time for him to tell him what he is hiding, so that she can understand him enough.

"There's a gun here, there, sneak over and pick it up." Su Jiuge shouted.

She lay in Rong Xun's arms and eagerly commanded Rong Xun.

The man glanced at her, but walked over as she said.

"Rong Xun, are you Voldemort?" Su Jiuge anxiously wanted to go up and grab his phone: "Come on, don't you see someone there?"