Yi was going to be furious.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes revealed bloodthirsty coldness, and the corners of his mouth hooked fiercely, okay, since you are here to challenge the limit of this girl, then this girl will tell you that this limit is not something that ordinary people can challenge, and it will have to pay a painful price, and the price is either death, or it is more tragic than death - life is better than death, even if it is the same end.

At this moment, a figure flashed past Yi's side, this figure seemed to have seen it somewhere, and she couldn't remember it for a while.

However, there was no one following the figure, could it be an illusion? Or are you dazzled? How is this possible?

However, at the moment when Yi was distracted, how could Nan Zhouchen let go of such a great opportunity, he stepped forward with his left hand, and easily warmed one of Yi's hands in his arms, and Yi's other hand subconsciously slid down just by Nan Zhouchen with his armpit fixed behind his back.

It's hard to break free from this force—

"I told you you didn't have a chance."

Nan Zhouchen smiled enchantingly, and the smug appearance made Yi almost thunderous, but he was helpless.

“••••••”

It's him, it's definitely him! There is no doubt about the certainty in Yi's eyes.

This domineering energy, this lonely aura, all prove that they are the same person, the silver-faced man who once saved her, but it seems that the man in front of him lacks a little bit of harmonious warmth, as well as that contemptible color.

However, in the next second, it proved how wrong her idea was the previous second.

Nan Zhouchen is so shrewd, he can see through what Yi is thinking at a glance, and then look at this girl's angry red face, as well as the angry eyes, I feel that this kind of cold beauty is so similar to him, it seems that it is not a family, not entering a family, this sentence is so correct.

And the angry pink lips•••••• it's just tempting the dead to pay for their lives!

I don't know why, Nan Zhouchen was really happy when he saw his little guy eating deflated.

"Guess what's I'm going to do next?"

The corners of Nan Zhouchen's mouth hooked, and he smiled evilly, and before Yi could react, he pulled Yi's head, aimed at the cherry red lips, and lowered his head and kissed it.

Driven straight in, his sexy tongue began to restless, gnawing, sucking, allowing, •••••

Where is this kiss, it is clearly a conquest and contest of who is the master.

Nan Zhouchen's lips are hot, Yi's lips are cold, and the lips are close to each other, it is a strong collision of water and fire, who said that water and fire are incompatible, it is a fallacy!

Nan Zhouchen suddenly felt that Yi Yinghong's lips were so attractive, just like a beautiful poppy, as long as they touched it, it would make people want to stop.

This strengthened his desire to conquer - this woman was his, and no one could take it.

After a short startle, Yi felt that his whole brain exploded with a "boom", and he suddenly felt dizzy.

Depend on!

A second ago, I thought he wasn't a nasty perverted animal, but this second he exploded so strongly, compared to the last time •••••• was so domineering, this kind of strength is really better.

But how could Yi be afraid? How can you throw in the towel?

Well, since you are so strong, then how can I be willing to show weakness.

The lips and teeth bit hard, only to feel a smell of blood filling the entire mouth, Nan Zhouchen snorted, his eyes were cold, but the kiss went deeper, the lips and tongue were entangled, you chased me, saliva mixed with blood slowly overflowed along the corners of the lips of the two kissing, incomparably bewitching, bloodthirsty, violent, and domineering.

This scene is a shock to everyone, including Yi herself, she really didn't expect that the man's desire to conquer people in front of her would be so strong, even if it was at the cost of blood, which was very similar to her.

This made Yi admire this man's courage and courage, as well as the impulse and domineering that were not afraid of death.

When the two were passionate, a strong wind blew in their faces••••••