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The Red Devil Pavilion, the Great Underground Library...

At the end of this library, there are several doors hidden around the shelves and stacks of books, allowing only one person to pass through the guò.

Behind these doors, there are rooms for people to live in, some are warehouses for storing miscellaneous items, and there are only two rooms for people to live in.

Needless to say, these two rooms, one belongs to Pache and the other belongs to the little devil.

However, at this time, the little devil was not in the room, but in the pile of books not far from the room, he packed up the messy books, sorted them, and put them back on the bookshelf in front of him.

However, from the little devil's frequent sideways glances over one of the two rooms that could be used to live, and his eyes were still full of resentment, he could know that the little devil's mind was not in those books at all.

The room that the little devil has been looking at is not his own room, but Pache Li's room!

Just now, Pache entered the room.

Moreover, not alone.

Of course, the little devil didn't know that Patchouli was not willing to bring anyone in at all, let alone bring anyone in.

Because, being alone, is too dangerous.

And this idea was confirmed in the first words of this man after Pache took him into his room.

"Take your clothes off!"

Patchouli almost couldn't believe her ears. Frozen on the spot.

I thought that Patchouli didn't understand what she meant, so she kindly reminded her again.

"Take your clothes off!"

"How is that possible!" After realizing that the silence was not a joke, Patchouli not only did not do so, but also clasped her hands in front of her and shouted with a red face.

"Aren't you going to help me with my asthma? I never knew you needed to take off your clothes to cure asthma! ”

"How can you cure your asthma so quickly with the usual approach? Wordless, ignoring Pache Valley's panic, he waved his hand casually.

"If it were so easy to cure, you wouldn't have suffered from this disease, and you wouldn't have been cured for a hundred years!"

"What's the solution, I'm a genetic disease. It's not an acquired condition—" Pache began to take on a hint of resignation in her tone. And cast a skeptical look at the wordless.

"So far, I haven't been able to find a cure, can you really cure me? …”

"Now that I've said it, there's a way to do it. You just have to do what I say! Wordlessly, he spread his hands.

"So. Just do it. Take off your clothes for me! ”

As he spoke, he began to approach Pache without a word, giving Patchouli a look of shame and anxiety on her face. It's like crying.

"No... Anyway, that's too embarrassing, isn't it? As she wordlessly approached, Patchouli couldn't help but retreat, her hands still clasped in front of her, like a weak woman who was about to be violated.

"My disease is hereditary, and it's hard to cure, but it's only done every once in a while, and now that it's okay, it's okay if it's not treated..."

"Who would let the disease go uncured? Seeing Pachualie's receding and blushing face, she felt as if she had become evil, touched her nose, and pounced.

"Since you're not going to do it, then I'll have to force it!"

"Yikes!" Seeing that Pache was speechless with an evil expression and rushed towards him, Patchouli screamed in surprise, and just wanted to turn around and run away, but in terms of physical fitness, where is Patchouli, a pure magician, a silent opponent? …

So, almost without even a chance to turn around, Patchouli was embraced.

Feeling the heavy manly aura rushing towards her, Patchouli finally panicked, raised her pink fist, and beat her speechless chest regardless of her image.

"You... You won't let me go again! I called! ”

"Although I don't want to say anything, no one will hear you even if you scream in your throat, but you can call if you want, anyway, I've already laid an enchantment, and no one can really hear the sound in this room..."

"So, no matter what I do to you, no one will come to save you..."

"You... You—" Patchouli struggled.

"If you don't let go of me, I'll do it!"

"You can rest assured!" Wordlessly, he ignored Patchouli's weak-to-be-old struggles and grinned.

"Because, you're no match for me!"

After speaking, speechlessly, in Patchouli's frightened expression, his hand, put on the edge of Patchouli's clothes...

"Nope! Want! Yes! ”

In the next second, in the room where there were only two people, the same mournful sound that only two people could hear resounded and reverberated endlessly...

……

In the room scattered with laundry, he stood in the middle without a word, looking at the scene in front of him, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

With a little crying sound, Pache curled up her whole body and lay on the bed, using her slender hands to try to cover her naked delicate body, but she was just doing useless work.

No matter how much Pachou tried to cover it, her plump and slender delicate body could not be stopped by a pair of hands, and this act was only a comfort to herself, and a pleasing feeling to the only person who could enjoy the beauty.

Looking at Patchouli's naked delicate body, speechless and full of amazing hearts, I can only find one word to describe it.

Beauty!

If you have to find another word to describe it, then there is only one.

White!

This word is often used to describe a girl's beautiful complexion, but after all, this is a modifier with exaggerated colors, and I don't think that anyone really has skin as white as snow.

Because, if it's really white to that point, then you lose your complexion, don't you? …

But the girl in front of her is speechless with the facts, in this world, there are really people whose skin color can be described as 'snow white'.

There is no way, because of the relationship between being sick and weak all the year round and never going out, Pache Cuiry's skin is really white and dizzy, but it is by no means the kind of paleness and paleness that makes people uncomfortable to look at, but as white as jade, so smooth that there is no flaw at all.

Especially Patchouli's delicate thighs, the skin is white and delicate and almost transparent, and a pair of beautiful legs are graceful and slender, which are connected to the soft waist with undulating degrees, outlining a moving curve that makes people's blood rage.

What is even more unbearable is the plump, delicate, firm roundness of Patchouli's chest.

It is dazzling enough to be called snow-white, smooth and jade, and the scale is also perfect, one hand can never hold it, and it may even be only half full, making people unable to divert their gaze.

Now, this pair of plump people are being protected by the crying Patchouli with their hands, but they can still see the dazzling soft flesh around them, and they are attracted to the wordless gaze tightly, and there is no way to move away.

Under the wordless, substance-like gaze, Patchouli shrunk her body and whimpered in shame.

"Don't... Don't look..."

Seeing that Patchouli seemed to be in tears at any time, and looked very timid, her heart softened speechlessly, sat on the edge of the bed, and touched Patchouli's long straight purple hair.

"Don't worry, you look like this, it's beautiful..."

Hearing this, Patchouli raised her eyes and met the pair of speechless pairs who had been suppressing the irritability in their hearts just now and were a little depressed, but at this moment, their eyes were full of softness, their hearts trembled involuntarily, and their pretty faces were more ruddy, which made Patchouli can't help but think like this.

Let him see, it seems, it's not such a terrible thing ...

Sensing that she had such thoughts, Pachou couldn't help but be startled, and quickly closed her eyes and cried out with a red face.

"Since you want to be cured, let's hurry up!"

Hearing Pacully's words, Wordless then remembered that he had come to cure Patchouli's asthma, even if he wanted to do something he liked, he had to cure Patchouli's asthma first.

At that moment, Wuyan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly stroked his hand on Patchouli's extremely soft and delicate body.

For a moment, Patchouli's delicate body bounced violently, but Wordless had no intention of observing Patchouli's expression, and consciousness was immersed in his own body, awakening a consciousness that was sleeping in his body.

"Xia Yin, can it be cured? …”

It didn't take long for Xia Yin's quiet voice to reach the wordless mind.

"It's a bit difficult because it's a disease, not an injury, but it shouldn't be a problem!"

"Okay!" Nodding wordlessly.

"Let's get started!"

The next moment, a soft white light flashed in the room... (To be continued......)