"Lord, don't you dislike me?" Su Ran painted, didn't he later think that he had adulterated with many men before conceiving a child? In his eyes, he should be dirty and dismissive.

Su Ranhua's words were really annoying, Ximen Hao's eyes were cold, and a cold and ruthless voice sounded in Su Ranhua's ears, "This is not a favor for you, but a punishment." You can only make this king do as he pleases, and do not expect any mercy. ”

When the sound fell, Su Ranhua felt a wave of pain hit him.

This pain made her believe that the original Su Dye painting had not experienced anything about men and women at all, if Ximen Hao's calculation was the beginning of the first time, then in the jungle, this time, it was a rare two follow-ups, so her body would be so uncomfortable and didn't understand.

And this lonely soul from modern times is also a novice in this regard. Except for the humiliating graduation ceremony after completing the training, when she was forced to give her body to a strange old man, her body never touched a man again.

She is a phantom, relying on superb stunts to complete tasks, not other killers who rely on seduction to complete tasks.

At this time, she has become a tool for venting instincts.

The medicine of the man in black made Su Ranhua's body injuries recover quickly, but Ximen Hao made her fall into a helpless and sad valley.

The majestic autumn rain and the strong wind drowned out the whispered voices of the outside world, and the two who were connected together were only immersed in their independent world, ignoring everything.

Outside the bathhouse, next to the window lattice, the window paper was pierced with a small hole, and a man ignored the wind and rain, let his body be drenched, and watched the actions in the room with a pair of eyes as eerie as witches.

She is Bai Yiyi.

Her face was pale, her lips were blue, her wet hair was blown by the wind, and she stood like a ghost in the gloomy rainy day.

She felt more and more breathless, aching and trembling all over her body.

Bai Yiyi couldn't stand it anymore and rushed into the rain......

I shouldn't be watching it, why should I watch it? Why? But if you don't look at it, how can you know how Hao is to that slut? Punish? What kind of punishment is this? Is this a punishment? Do you want that slut to conceive another seed?

Bai Yiyi felt that she was going crazy, the majestic rain could not extinguish the fire in her heart, and the fierce wind could not wake up the madness in her brain.

Inside the house, Ximen Hao's palm caressed the shoulder of Su Ran's painting, and the traces of being pierced by thorns faded to pink, like delicate peach blossoms.

"This king remembers that you bit this king so hard." Ximen Hao's hot breath blew in the ears of Su Ran's paintings.

Suddenly, Ximen Hao opened his mouth and took Su Ran's shoulder, and his gloomy eyes suddenly turned cold at the moment when Su Ran's body was cold.

The sudden pain in his shoulder made Su Ranhua's heart sink and sober up a lot.

Ximen Hao let go of Su Ran's shoulder and looked at the tooth mark coldly.

It also left a deep mark on her shoulder, a dazzling red.

"I hate you!" Su Ran said in a deep voice.

"This king remembers that when you were in the jungle, you always had a pair of resentful eyes." Ximen Hao's cold words were full of mockery and disdain.

If she has the ability, if she is still a killer, the first thing to deal with is him!

"Turn your head, this king doesn't want to see your face!" Ximen Hao pulled Su Ran's head back and pressed her sideburns hard.

He didn't want to look at it, looking at her face only reminded him of the encounter more than a month ago, making that face clearer and provoking his anger even more.

He is the king of strategizing, and he has been fighting with his opponents for many years calmly and cruelly, only when he walked into the trap set by Su Luo City, and faced this woman who suddenly jumped into his field of vision, he lost his patience and wanted to be like the autumn rain outside the house.

……

It's all over.

Su Ran lay on the couch without moving, listening to the sound of Ximen Hao's dressing, and then strode away, the open door of the house, blowing in the wind with rain.