Mr. Bai was silent for a long time before he sighed heavily. After saying these four words, he threw Yanyu a token and told him that it was a token to enter and exit the conference hall. The next morning, Mr. Bai, as the owner of the house, ordered all the people in power of the Bai family to come to discuss matters and discuss ways to fight back.

Yanyu impolitely picked up the token, turned and walked to his and Wen Xiao's residence.

Wen Xiao knew nothing about all this and fell asleep heartlessly. She didn't lie in bed long before she fell asleep. The two assassins were left in the firewood room downstairs and kept under the strict care of the French array. Let alone escape, she couldn't even ask for death.

Yanyu went back to the house, took off his coat, turned off the light, and went to the bedside to see if Wen Xiao had covered his quilt.

As soon as he put his hand on the bedding, he was caught by the confused girl and never gave up again.

The action of lifting the quilt paused. When trying to take back her hand, she found that the girl held it tighter.

While holding, I don't know what to mutter.

Yanyu couldn't help bending down and leaned close to the girl's lips to hear what she said.

"Durian thousand layers... Fried chicken and beer... Hoo..."

Metaphor:

The man smiled helplessly and tried to pull his hand out again, but the girl held it persistently. It was obvious that she regarded herself as a delicious food that she had coveted for a long time.

Yan Yu saw that she was not easy to fall asleep and was not willing to wake her up, so she had to freeze and wait for her to slowly slow down.

To his surprise, the girl turned over and pressed her hand directly under her body.

Although separated by a layer of cloth, words still feel the amazing softness.

In the dark night, the man suddenly froze. He felt as if he was burning up and down. He couldn't move. He seemed to be put on the steamer. One step forward was a boiling iron pot, and then there was an endless abyss.

He pressed down the dryness in his heart, closed his eyes and calmed his mood.

The girl fell asleep without knowing what she had done.

Yanyu half knelt in front of the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the girl's beautiful sleeping face.

Now the light in the house is dim, and only a wisp of moonlight shines into the house. Even so, he can see the attractive crimson on the girl's face with his amazing eyesight.

As if bewitched, Yu lowered his head and touched the girl's cheek with his lips.

It is expected to be soft.

Words only feel that the heart is soft, like a pool of spring water stirred with ripples, which can't stop as soon as it ripples.

It was night, but the heat in his heart seemed to dry him. Yanyu raised his head and took a deep breath.

Sitting like this is not a way.

Wen Xiao lay on the inside of the bed. There was still a large area outside. After hesitating, he picked up the quilt and went to bed.

He always gets up earlier than Wen Xiao. As long as he gets up early tomorrow morning, Wen Xiao won't find anything different. He doesn't have to disturb her dream in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, Yanyu lay down with peace of mind.

On the bed, which was not spacious, the curtains hung gently, and the girl's even breathing sound seemed to spread throughout the space. With her attractive aroma, she kept drilling into the nasal cavity of words, so that the unquenched flame in his body burned again.