How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 206 Walking into the morning fog, falling into the twilight clouds 43
Chapter 206 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the twilight clouds (43)
She hated this man all the time, even extreme resistance.
She hated Ma Junying, even hated and disgusted.
Ma Junying's touch, even his voice, made her feel like a piece of extremely disgusting rotten flesh was stuck in her throat all the time. come out.
This **** man is always spying on treasures that shouldn't belong to him.
He is not worthy of one of Qiao Ling's fingers!
Ma Junying's appearance at this time is extremely terrifying. If he were an ordinary person, he would be intimidated and intimidated by him in an instant. The former Wen Xien would also know how to judge the situation and would not compete with him at this time.
"Go away...uh..." But Wen Xien was restrained by Ma Junying's wrist, and the man kissed her firmly. After finding her clenching her teeth, he took a hard bite on her lips.
Wen Xien licked the smell of rust. She looked at Ma Junying, whose eyes were full of anger and fierceness, and wanted to laugh.
Ma Junying who looks like this may not even realize how ridiculous his eager denial is.
Not so much for Wen Xien, but for himself.
Wen Xien was about to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt an irresistible feeling of nausea and nausea rushing up from her chest.
So Ma Junying saw Wen Xien open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head suddenly and retched violently.
Ma Junying's face suddenly gloomy.
Even if he vomited to the core, he could only spit out some pantothenic and bitter stomach acid.
Wen Xien looked extremely embarrassed at this moment.
The slender and fragile neck hangs down weakly, her half-length broken hair covers her beautiful but tired eyes, and her slender fingers cover her red, swollen lips that were bitten.
Ma Junying let go of Wen Xien's hand, straightened his waist, and looked at Wen Xien, who was in a state of embarrassment, in a condescending manner.
"You think I'm disgusting?"
After a long time, a question of unknown meaning came from above Wen Xien.
Wen Xien slowly raised his head, met the man's expression, and wiped a smile from the corner of his mouth.
The smile is crazy.
she asked rhetorically.
"Aren't you disgusting?"
The anger of the imaginary man did not happen.
Ma Junying was taken to the extreme by this popularity, but inexplicably calmed down.
It's just that the anger in his chest has never been so strong.
He laughed suddenly, more madly than Wen Xien, "I'm disgusting, Enen, I don't know what it feels like to be raped by a disgusting person like me, I think Enen should try it first."
"After all, Enen was the first person to call me disgusting."
The man tore off his tie. He looks very dangerous.
Wen Xien panicked, went up to push Ma Junying who was blocking the door, and wanted to get out of the bathroom.
As soon as her hand touched Ma Junying, her arm was held down by Ma Junying, and then her whole face was pushed into the washbasin.
"What are you leaving?" The collar tightened her neck, and Ma Junying put one hand on the back of her head and forcibly pressed it down, "Did I let you go? Huh?"
Wen Xien accidentally pressed the faucet while struggling, and the water that came out immediately wet her hair.
The cuff of Ma Junying, who was pressing her head, was also wet, and he, who has always been a habit of cleanliness, didn't care at all at this time.
"Jon, you said, what would happen if Qiao Ling knew we were having an affair here?"
"The object is still grace."
Confused by the cold water running down the back of his head, Wen Xien closed his eyes and his body was shaking, "I'm going to kill you!"
Ma Junying broke out completely, pressing Wen Xien's head almost completely.
After choking on the water, Wen Xien did not show any timidity, but laughed, "Ma Junying, I said disgusting, did I poke your sore spot?"
Otherwise, how can you be like a mad dog?
Wen Xien's spirit is obviously a little abnormal, but Ma Junying has no time to take care of it.
Now he just wants to break Wen Xien's calm like a bystander.
If you want to be crazy, then go crazy together.
Why is he the only one jumping around like a clown?
Ma Junying pulled her out of the washbasin, Wen Xien raised her head, her black hair was soaked and drooping in front of her eyes, her brows and eyes were dark, and her face was so pale that she was sickly.
Ma Junying pressed her against the wall, her face facing the tiled wall.
"Still don't give yourself too much face, Jon, you still think about it, if Qiao Ling knew that you seduced her boyfriend, would Qiao Ling still want you." He grabbed Wen Xien's shoulders and pulled her shirt with one hand.
Wen Xien's face was pressed against the wall, she couldn't struggle at all, she just watched Ma Junying take off her shirt.
The action suddenly stopped, and Ma Junying was really stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.
Wen Xien is a... woman?
Ma Junying originally wanted to scare Wen Xien, he had no interest in men at all, but now...
The sudden desire came violently, as if it had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly there was a breakthrough, and it burst out all at once.
His throat suddenly became extremely dry, and he swallowed unbearably.
Ma Junying smiled lowly, but the dark eyes seemed to become dark and dark.
These voices were all covered up by the shimmering water sounds, which were unclear and became more and more ambiguous.
Someone seemed to want to ask for help, but seemed to be covering his mouth by another person. In the faint whirring, the vague swearing seemed to suddenly increase, but it was only a moment, and then it quickly weakened.
"Snapped--!"
It seems that someone has been slapped.
The voice stopped abruptly, but after the blink of an eye, it counterattacked again like an enraged lion, the momentum was several times stronger than before, and the abuse seemed to be a butterfly with its wings tied, which had been set long ago. The trap of the good cobweb is surrounded, and it can't move if it sticks to it.
A hand appeared in the mirror. The skin of the hand was very white, and its roots were like green onions, all of which were suffused with water. It seemed to be sweating all over, and it seemed that it had been licked and kissed carefully, ambiguous. The red mark on his hand was even on the back of his hand.
Immediately after that, he stretched out an extremely scorching big palm. The big, well-jointed palm directly grasped the slender wrist, then wrapped it around it, clasped his fingers together, and pulled it back to the side.
They stayed in the room for a long time. Qiao Ling found that there was no soy sauce in the middle of cooking the noodles, so he went to the supermarket to buy it, and bought a big bag of sugar by the way.
I don't know when, Wen Xien likes sweets more and more. She clearly hated these desserts before, and Wen Xien didn't like anything sweet.
But this change of Wen Xien makes Qiao Ling feel more at ease, at least there are things he likes, after all, Wen Xien was not interested in anything before.
(end of this chapter)