[first watch]

before Yan Lishu came, Qin Mu had another attack.

Ning Jili that bastard, is almost strong on their own.

If she hadn't touched the fruit knife by the bed in time, it would have happened to them now.

Hearing the familiar voice calling her, Qin Mu struggled to open his eyelids.

In the blurred seam, a man's face is indistinct. It is impossible to tell whether the person in front of him is Yan Lishu or Ning Jili.

Biting his lips, afraid of illusion, subconsciously avoided the touch of men, "you roll, don't touch me."

Sobbing in a low voice, he tried to endure the pain of his body.

She even wanted to grab a fruit knife and cut her body.

"Sweet, it's me."

"No, you are not!"

Qin Mu fell into a painful struggle, his voice had already roared hoarse.

Under the weak light, Qin Mu's face was full of strange red, tears crawling over the whole small face.

Yan Lishu wants to hold her up in the past, but is forced to break free by Qin Mu.

A man's body temperature is an aphrodisiac, which can only make her more unable to control her body's desire. She can't be touched by other men, otherwise Yan Lishu will despise herself.

Qin Mu's mind only this one thought, "don't come over."

Yan Lishu wants to coax her and take her away.

But Qin Mu is now confused, even he can't recognize, simply does not allow others to touch her.

Yan Li Shu saw her holding a fruit knife, immediately dare not move.

I don't know when the sound of water in the bathroom stops. Ning Jili comes out with a white bath towel.

"Oh, Yan San, you are here!"

Yan Lishu raised his head, a pair of red eyes suddenly jumped into the line of sight of Ning Jili.

Ning Ji Li's open and wanton smile, "why a pair of enemy's eyes look at me, is not a woman?"

Yan Li's book is on the head of anger, listening to Ning Jili's arrogant and provocative tone, always rational collapse.

Rubbed to stand up, a few strides to Ning Jili in front of, a fist will him to the ground, "you the mother dare to tell me again!"

Yan Lishu this fist, but under the full strength, will Ning Jili's mouth bleeding.

Ning Jili fell on the ground, leaning against the wall behind him and licked the blood from the corner of his lips. "Why are you so angry? You want several women. I'll let you send them to you later!"

The more he did not care, the more infuriated Yan Lishu.

Qin Mu is the man he held in his heart. How can he allow others to play with him at will.

That's his wife.

At the thought that Qin Mu was touched by Ning Jili, his anger was shaking in his chest, which made his heart ache.

He grabbed Ning Jili's shoulder and landed another punch on his other half of the face, "Ning Jili, you dare to touch my man..."

"I touched it. What can you do to kill me?" Ning Jili laughed and interrupted him.

Yan Lishu hit Ning Jili with one punch after another, and Ning Jili let Yan Lishu treat himself as a sandbag without any resistance.

Every time Yan Lishu went down, the more satisfied he was with the smile on his face, the greater the curve of his mouth.

The more irritated he was when reading Yan Li's book, the more he started.

I don't know how many fists he had, but he was tired. Ning Jili was still smiling and his mouth was covered with blood.

Taking advantage of the man's pause space, he said, "Qin Mu's taste is just like that."

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