Leaning so close, Xue Mo seemed to be able to smell the mixed smell of blood and gunsmoke on his body, and a huge terror enveloped her, and escape was the only thought at the moment.

Of course, Helian Yao didn't give her this opportunity.

The man's slender leg climbed up her calf like playing a piano, and finally stopped at the highest point of the slit of her cheongsam, and pinched it lightly and heavily.

Xue Mo was wearing only a pair of glass stockings, and was pinched by the man's big hands, which was extremely embarrassing.

"You, you presumptuous." Xue Li's open mouth was choked by a gust of north wind, and she coughed violently.

Her embarrassment, he was little by little in his deep black eyes, and the eyes that were as deep as ancient wells flashed a little playful.

The feeling of being violated that night came flooding, Xue Wei's teeth were trembling violently, and she raised her arm tremblingly and slapped Helian Yao's face.

The man's sturdy arms blocked her thin arms, and then pulled her whole body into his arms.

She put her hands on his hard chest, trying to distance the two of them, but with such a move, his hands became even more presumptuous.

Xue Mo really wanted to snatch a gun and destroy him, but this mute man always used a mocking attitude to infuse her!

The fierceness in her bones made Xue Wei angry, she couldn't be so passive, even if he was a wolf and she was a rabbit, it didn't necessarily mean that she would be eaten.

The soft and boneless little hand gently rubbed the back of his hand, and her autumn-like eyes were dyed with a touch of brilliance, and when she looked at him again, there was a touch of charm.

"Young marshal, I'm cold." It's not like the sticky coquettishness of ordinary women, her voice is soft, slowly overflowing from the two light-colored lip flaps.

The man's hand on her lap froze, and a long, mellow smile seemed to overflow from his chest, and he jerked the man up and walked towards the house.

At home, he wears casual clothes, Western-style attire: a white shirt, a black blazer, the collar of the shirt is only tied to the penultimate button, and the tie hangs diagonally around the neck.

Xue Mo clinged to his shoulders, and her soft and beautiful body looked so petite in his arms.

The big hand that held the gun all the year round rubbed her buttocks, and he was really getting more and more presumptuous.

The girl's delicate body shuddered, she hated his rudeness but didn't know how to deal with it, just as a gust of wind blew, and Xue Wei buried her head in his shoulder as a matter of course.

He Lianyao liked her appearance very much, and even hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, looking very gentle.

Xue Mo was frightened by his own thoughts, he was the notorious Helian Yao, women were just playthings in his hands, even if a moment of tenderness was for better enjoyment in the future, did he really want to fall into his prey?

Once inside, he threw her on the soft collapse.

Xue Wei bent her legs sideways, and immediately pulled the cloak to prevent the spring breeze from leaking out again.

Helian Yao didn't entangle with her anymore, and sat on the pineapple wood carved Taishi chair covered with long-haired cushions. He sat in a languid position, his long legs together, one hand on his forehead, and his eyes as deep as the sea seemed to be looking at the picture scroll on the wall.

Xue Wei breathed a sigh of relief, she reached out to arrange her clothes and hair, the messy underwear she had just pulled for him was extremely uncomfortable now.

She came secretly, afraid that he would see it, and peeked at him from time to time.

He seemed to be addicted to the painting, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked, as if there was some mockery.

Xue Mo was stunned for a moment, looked at his line of sight, and suddenly exploded with anger.