The Goddess President's Personal Soldier King

Ye Chen smiled wryly, bent down to pick it up, and continued to hand the dagger to her.

"Throw it away!" Ouyang Bing almost roared, with a bit of crying in his voice.

"It takes away your hatred."

"I don't want it, I don't want it!" Ouyang Bing struggled to get up, knocking the dagger out of Ye Chen's hand with a pillow.

"What on earth do you want? Since you hate me so much, don't you even have the courage to hurt me!" Ye Chen's tone was somewhat dignified.

Suddenly, she grabbed the back of his hand and bit down hard with her small mouth.

嘶

Ye Chen frowned slightly, only feeling a burning pain in the back of his hand.

This scene is like the scene where Zhao Min bit Zhang Wuji in Yitian Tulongji.

After a long time, Ouyang Bing let go of his small mouth.

But when she saw that the back of Ye Chen's hand was bloody and bloody, she let out a coquettish cry, biting her red lips, feeling very guilty in her heart.

But he complained in a low voice: "It's all your fault for making me angry, give me your hand, and I'll help you look."

"It's okay, I have thick skin and thick flesh, so it doesn't matter." Although he said so, he still sent his hand over.

Ouyang Bing held Ye Chen's hand and was stunned for a moment.

Ouyang Bing did not expect that his bite just now would be so severe.

"Does it hurt?" Ouyang Bing bit his red lips, and said in a guilty and soft voice.

Ye Chen sighed indifferently, and said, "Maybe even if it hurts me to death, no one will care."

Ouyang Bing became silent, slowly took his hand, and directly stuck it with his small mouth.

Gently and lightly covering the back of the bloody hand, kissing and sucking affectionately and delicately...

Suddenly, an indescribable tactile sensation appeared on the wound on the back of Ye Chen's hand.

Slippery. The tender tip of the tongue danced on the back of the hand.

The lubricated hair is moisturizing on the back of the hand like a spring breeze.

At this time, Ye Chen's spirit was excited, and he felt as if he was flying.

It took a long time for the back of her hand to leave her soft red lips, on which she could faintly see the clear moisture.

After a while, Ouyang Bing's eyes flickered slightly, "Is it better?"

Ye Chen smiled charmingly, put the back of his hand to his lips, kissed deeply, closed his eyes, and sighed: "Well, my wife's taste is really delicious!"

Ouyang Bing frowned, and said coquettishly, "Aren't you disgusting!"

Unexpectedly, Ye Chen smiled slightly, clenched his fist hard, and the slightly complex wound was opened again, and blood spattered everywhere.

He put the back of his hand to Ouyang Bing's lips, and said with a smile: "Honey, it's bleeding again."

Ouyang Bing was stunned, opened his mouth slightly, and said in astonishment: "You don't want to die!"

"I was thinking that if the blood dries up, it must be very painful. If you don't smoke my wife, then you can experience that feeling with me." Ye Chen's expression was somewhat rebellious.

There was nothing Ouyang Bing could do about this guy.

She gritted her teeth, and had no choice but to press her sexy red lips against the back of Ye Chen's hand again, and gently sucked. The man's hot and surging blood poured into her throat.

Soon, there seemed to be a warm current flowing along her sexy red lips and melting into her limbs, nourishing her internal organs.

The indescribable pleasure made her unable to control herself, perhaps the most comfortable thing in the world.

Inadvertently catching a glimpse of Ye Chen's deep and playful expression, she was slightly taken aback, her heart was in a mess, and she hurriedly moved her mouth away.

Ye Chen smiled slightly, and suddenly asked, "Is your body feeling better?"

Only then did Ouyang Bing realize that her originally weak and sluggish body seemed to gather enormous strength in an instant, and she was stunned by this scene.

The originally sick body seemed to be miraculously healed like a long drought and sweet rain, and the spirit was better than before.

She raised her head slightly, her charming flowing waves and delicate face became even more intoxicating.

Feeling the changes in her body, she looked at Ye Chen in a daze, and asked in amazement: "How could this be?"

Ye Chen smiled charmingly, "I don't know, maybe this is the power of love."

Ouyang Bing said coquettishly, "Cut, you will talk nonsense."

Seeing her temperament, Ye Chen's chest felt hot, and he kissed her deeply on the forehead.

Ouyang Bing was startled and shy again, his face flushed red, and he hesitated to speak, "Ye, you...you rascal!"

"Then do you want me to continue being a hooligan?" Ye Chen asked playfully.

Ouyang Bing blushed and bowed his head in silence.

Time seemed to freeze until Shen Man came in with a water glass.

When she saw Ouyang Bing's radiant look, she couldn't help being stunned, and she couldn't help but glance at Ye Chen, her respect for this young master grew a little bit.

When Ouyang Bing was in a coma, Shen Man insisted on sending her to the hospital.

But Ye Chen said that he was good at medicine, Shen Man couldn't hold him back, thinking that his uncle's identity could only be left to him.

But now seeing that Ouyang Bing was fine, Shen Man's hanging heart finally let go.

"Bingbing, drink some water." Shen Man stepped forward in relief.

"Sister Man, give it to me." Ye Chen took the water glass, carefully sat on the head of the bed, touched the temperature of the glass lightly, and then gently handed it to Ouyang Bing's mouth.

Ouyang Bing blushed, bit her red lip, and drank obediently.

Shen Man saw it in her eyes, and felt relieved, this young master is quite careful when he is energetic.

Ouyang Bing recovered from a serious illness, Shen Man and Ye Chen felt relieved, and they stayed in the room for a while before going back to their respective rooms.

Ye Chen changed his clothes in his room, and quietly drove to the Yixiao Qingcheng Bar.

The night was dark, Ye Chen strode into the bar.

It was as if a sharp-edged wild wolf smelled something delicious.

At a glance, he saw Mona Lisa, that dreamlike beauty, holding a crystal goblet in a daze.

The wine reflected red waves, like rubies, reflecting her delicate red and beautiful side face.

The beauty sat quietly on the high chair in front of the bar, her long skirt fluttered in the breeze.

It was a black corset dress, made by a top master.

Only such a woman deserves to wear such a stunning dress.

The skirt outlined the beauty's body, and the slender white legs were exposed at the slit.

It can't help but make people's hormones rise, she is like a rose blooming in the dark night, stunning, but people dare not play with it.

Suddenly, a pair of man's arms appeared on her graceful waist.

What a crazy move, you must know that those who dare to blaspheme her in this world have already gone to hell.

Mona Lisa smiled, "You are so brave."

"Actually, this is just the beginning, and the more daring ones are yet to come." As he spoke, the man kissed her pretty face deeply, and kissed her dimple.

"Oh? I really can't wait when you say that." The corners of Mona Lisa's mouth curled up.

"I'm in the same mood as you, and I'm a little impatient."