Chapter 6

Danger strikes.

Her whole body's nerve is taut, subconscious backhand goes to buckle, the hand is pinched, a whirl kicks, the hand that pinches her neck actually accurately pinches her leg.

The whole position down, she half supine body, legs were half raised, in a man's arms.

The transparent pajamas are blown by the windbreaker, and the clothes under them are clearly exposed.

"Let go!"

Back to God, ye Shengge just gnash his teeth, looking at the man in front of her, hate teeth itch.

Gu Jingchen's face was blacker. He pinched her waist with his big hand and held her in his arms. "Clubbing in, is he going to dig a hole in the ground and go back?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Ye Shengge, unwilling to be outdone, said angrily.

Her posture was particularly uncomfortable, and her face flushed with anger.

"It's none of my business?" Gu Jingchen sneered. As soon as he pulled her hand, her translucent clothes were torn open.

A thin layer of yarn was torn in two.

"And now?"

It was even cooler, and her skin as white and tender as sheep's fat was exposed to the air.

In front of the man's eyes more heavy, surge of tyranny and occupation, like a long imprisoned beast, suddenly jumped out of the cage, let the heart with a sharp tremble.

Ye Shengge is ashamed to death. He struggles for his life, but the struggle is not only useless, but also tears the remaining gauze hanging at the edge.

The whole person was only in clothes. In front of him, it was like a feast.

She was embarrassed all of a sudden. She blushed like a rotten ripe persimmon. She was depressed! Angry!

"Want to fight in the field?"

Gu Jingchen's voice was hoarse, his eyes were silent and dark, and his breath was heavier.

Without waiting for her words to come out, he lowered his head and bit her lips, swallowing all the sounds she didn't make.

It's stormy and disorganized.

Ye Shengge wants to die in shame.

Death before victory!

But a pain in my mouth didn't pass, and my chin was pinched.

Ye Shengge is not a clay kneader, even if the clay figurine has three points of anger, ruthlessly side head, in his hands really bite down.

HuoTuo is like a little wolf dog, staring at him fiercely.

"You are so special!"

The chin was pinched harder, and the man in front of her looked at her.

I didn't wait to finish my speech, but my lips hurt again.

Then there was a more violent demand than just now.

"Sir, can't we say something well?"

Ye Shengge's second chief has a good memory. The flame just emerged was completely crushed by him.

Please look at the man in front of you.

The facial features are really among the best. The cold and deep eyes and the three-dimensional and cold facial features are enough to look at everyone.

Her heart also trembled.

What's the use of looking good? It's still a devil.

"How to say it well?" Gu Jingchen's voice is more dumb than just now. He squints his cold eyes and looks at her.

"Let me go first, it's uncomfortable to talk like that."

Ye Shengge's penetrating eyes wandered around a few times and sighed, "if you don't let go of me, how can I serve you, right?"

Behind the words, she pinched her voice, learning to look like a little girl, coquettish voice.

Although I have no actual combat experience, I have seen a lot of films, right.

Gu Jingchen released her, but her cold eyes were heavier.

Looking at the way he stood there, ye Shengge wanted to catch him, hold him down, and trample his face. But he thought that if he wanted to really do it, she was afraid that she was the one under the pressure.