Night Thunder Jue walked into the hall in a deep step, and then carried Xia Tong upstairs.

The woman nestled in the man's arms, secretly glancing at the man's cold and resolute chin, and her hand unconsciously tightened his collar.

"Where's your room?" Nightshade snorted coldly, looking down at her.

Xia Tong held her breath, stretched out her finger and pointed to a bedroom on the left hand side of the second floor, she didn't speak, her whole body was slightly tense.

The man carried her into the bedroom, and before Xia Tong could react, he threw her on the big bed in the center of the room.

She was about to sit up, but Nightlight's tall body had been pressed down, and he grabbed her waist with one arm to prevent her from moving, and quickly unbuttoned her men's shirt with one hand.

When all the buttons were unbuttoned, the man's dark eyes sank, and the cold spread at the bottom of his eyes, and the murderous aura became heavier.

With a cold snort, he squinted at the torn white T-shirt on the woman's body, from the left collarbone to the bottom of the right chest, and the underwear inside couldn't cover it at all.

And her skin is as white as porcelain, delicate and smooth, and her round chest is about to come out with her breathing, wantonly on the eyes of men, such a beautiful scenery, in exchange for any man's blood will be tense.

However, this situation made Ye Tingjuejun's face even colder and darker, as long as the thought of that man pressing her under him and trying to scare her, and even tearing his clothes, the anger in his heart rushed up, almost burning his heart.

"......" Xia Tong clutched her chest and desperately wanted to sit up, the man's blood-red eyes made her heart pound, and she could only call him tentatively, "Jue?" ”

Night Thunderlord was still squinting, with a dangerous aura in his eyes, and the woman was pressed back by him just as she got up.

Xia Tong fell back on the bed again, looking at him with a pair of big watery eyes, his eyes were clear and clean, like a clear spring, which also made the anger in the man's heart subside a little.

He was silent, his big hand dragged the broken T-shirt, pulled it hard, and took off all the clothes, Xia Tong blocked his arms in front of his chest, his little face was red, and when he was confused, the man had already picked her up again.

Ye Tingjue carried her to the bathroom, first put her on the recliner, and then put the bath water for her personally, Xia Tong looked at the bathtub that was gradually full, and her body was no longer so tense.

But seeing that the man never spoke, Xiu Mei still frowned: "Jue, shouldn't I go to a nightclub?" ”

Night Thunder Jue glanced at her, and saw her pitiful appearance, like a kitten, and the anger in her heart completely disappeared.

He was reluctant to say another word, because she had already been wronged, and it was not her fault, as for this account, he would settle it with Han Yichen!

"Take a bath." He bent down to pick her up, the bloodshot in his eyes faded, and his voice softened a lot.

The man gently took off the denim skirt on her body, hooked his fingers around her underwear, and was about to continue to help her take it off, but Xia Tong reached out and pressed it.

"I'll do it myself." She blushed and shook her head, even though the two were husband and wife, she couldn't help but blush whenever she was so intimate.

Night Thunder Jue pulled his lips, and finally had a smile on his face, almost evil: "It's okay to take it off yourself, and by the way, take off mine too?" ”

"You wash it too?" Xia Tong glanced at his upper body, saw the ambiguous smile on his face, and immediately reacted, "You have to wash yourself and take it off!" ”

As he spoke, he struggled to his feet.

She turned her back, then unbuttoned her underwear and covered her arms in front of her chest, and she didn't take off her inner knees, and went straight into the bathtub.