Jian Junxi pulled the bath towel on his body, glared at him with disdain, his perfect face was as cold as the ice cubes of the cold winter moon, picked up his clothes and walked to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later......

"You...... Just let me go......" Nangong Jing said inarticulate when she saw her come out of the bathroom.

The two lips have been swollen into two huge sausages, and the whole body is still itching, it is simply worse than death......

Jian Junxi looked at him like a gorilla, constantly scratching left and right, and his naked upper body was full of red marks that he had scratched by himself.

There were also a bunch of red spots on her face, especially the swollen lips like roasted sausages, funny like a clown, and the corners of her lips couldn't help twitching a few times.

"Do you still want to hold hands?" Jian Junxi asked lukewarmly.

"Don't pull it...... "Don't pull it for the time being......

"Do you want to hug again?" Jian Junxi pulled out the chair next to him and sat down very calmly.

"Don't hug ......" don't hug for the time being......

"Do you want to kiss again?" She clasped her hands on her chest and watched him play monkey tricks with a stupid expression, jumping left and right......

"Don't kiss ......" don't kiss for the time being......

"I ...... Wrong...... You go around ...... Come on me......" Nangong Jing's words became more and more inarticulate.

I feel like an ant is biting all over my body, especially when my mouth is still swollen, and I can see the huge upper lip when I lower my eyes......

"Why should I spare a pervert?" Jian Junxi glared at him very calmly.

"I ......" Nangong Jing was so depressed that he wanted to die.

After thinking about it, it was still because of the kiss under the woods, and begged for mercy while tickling: "I really ...... Wrong...... I...... Guarantee...... No...... Your consent...... I can't ...... anymore I won't kiss you anymore......"

The corners of Jian Junxi's lips couldn't help twitching a few times, and he said with a very calm expression: "Do you think I will believe it?" ”

"That'...... How...... Do...... You're ...... The letter ...... "Nangong Jing collapsed with a face.

"Write it down in black and white!" Jian Junxi glanced at the paper and pen on the table.

didn't dare to play too much, as long as he went home like this, Lin Yiyi and Yang Hui would not let her go......

Nangong Jing followed her gaze and asked with a confused expression, "What to write?" ”

"Write your Nangong Jing promise, from now on, never mention it again, you have to hug me, and you can't move your hands and feet, if you break your promise, you will cut off your children and grandchildren!"

Jian Junxi's words seemed to come from hell, without a trace of warmth......

Sure enough, the tiger is poisonous and does not eat children, and the most poisonous thing is the hearts of women!

The cold sweat on Nangong Jing's forehead kept pouring out, and his body and mind were tortured, and the pain was beyond words......

"What? Don't dare, then I'll go......" After saying that, she stood up and put on her leather shoes directly.

"Wait a minute...... I...... Write ......" Nangong Jing shouted in a hurry.

He picked up paper and pen while tickling, and with a wave of his hand, he wrote down Jian Junxi's request.

However, what he wrote was that he would never hug Jian Junxi again......

In terms of strategy, playing routines, especially in word games under the urgency of time, Jian Junxi is definitely not his opponent......

After he finished writing, he handed the paper to Jian Junxi.

She looked up and down, but found no minor changes.

As the saying goes, the road is one foot high, the magic is one foot high, and it is still difficult to say who will enter whose pit......

Finally, Jian Junxi folded the paper, took out a small black pill from his pocket, and said lightly: "This is anti-itching, if you have lips, it will automatically reduce swelling after two hours......"

Nangong Jing swallowed the medicine directly, his heart was so stuffed that it was indescribable, and if he continued like this, his wife would not catch up, and he might be killed.

(End of chapter)