Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

"Yes." Nan Qiao nodded, his arms stretched across the place, like an iron vise, Shang Ce couldn't break free at all, "What's wrong?"

The tone is innocent.

Shang Ce sighed dejectedly and had to compromise: "How can the girl be willing to let go?"

Of course it is to maximize profits.

For the sake of long-term planning, the dim light in Nan Qiao's eyes flashed away, and he made a very considerate suggestion: "Since the general feels that he cannot fully compensate me for a while."

"Then how about the general choose to compensate in installments."

Business strategy: “…”

Although he had never heard of the word "instalment", he could probably guess what it meant literally.

What installment!

She looks so serious on the surface, but to put it bluntly, doesn't that mean she can touch her whenever she wants?

How shameless!

"I won't answer...well!" Shang Ce looked angrily and was about to refuse, but before he could finish his sentence, the exclamation came out before he could stop him, like a kite that suddenly took off his hand. It hit his throat, and then he bent over uncontrollably.

The final note was trembling, and the tone had actually changed.

"General, please think carefully before speaking." Nan Qiao reminded with a smile, not only his face, but also his eyes were full of smiles.

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit fake, you can tell by looking at the movements of his hands.

While speaking, she slowly tightened her two fingers, gently rubbing and crushing them with her thumbs, as if she was playing with a string of beads.

But what is much better than Shang Ce is that the beads have no touch.

As for Shang Ce, he felt that he was now probably more sensitive to the word money than a poor man who couldn't spare a penny.

But the poor man was able to escape the scene at least, but he could only be trapped in place.

The cloth, which was much rougher than the skin, slowly rubbed against it, and Shang Ce couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't... let go..."

"Girl..." Shang Ce's face was full of panic. The feelings he had never experienced before made him at a loss. He could only whimper with a trembling voice and beg in a low voice, hoping to get the pity of the bad guy.

But how can a bad guy feel pity for his prey?

Shang Ce subconsciously grabbed Nan Qiao, trying to tear that hateful hand off his body, but he still couldn't escape the clutches of the troublemaker.

even…

"Don't let go?" Nan Qiao raised her lips and smiled softly, her clear laughter rippling like water waves.

But when such a beautiful voice reached Shang Ce's ears, it sounded like the evil whisper of a ghost in the middle of the night: "Then it will be as the general wishes."

"don't want!

That's not what he meant!

Shang Ce's eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't hide the panic in his unfocused eyes!

The refusal was too late to be exported, and he was preempted again.

"Mmm!"

In panic, Shang Ce once again let out an uncontrollable groan under Nan Qiao's hands.

Even more so than the previous time!

"Ha..." A deep breath came out of his throat, like catkins flying all over the sky in spring, making Shang Ce himself feel dizzy.

He bent over, softened his legs, and even his breathing stopped for a moment. The messy air was stuck in his nasal cavity, and he didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

He wanted to work hard to regain his strength. As a heroic general, he could easily wield the heavy sword and spear with great force.

He has never lacked physical strength.

But now, he tried his best, but he couldn't push away the arm that was stretched across his chest. He didn't know how much weaker than himself.

This young body was so unsatisfactory that Nan Qiao even just hugged him, and he raised the white flag of being very worthless.

Nan Qiao hooked Shang Ce's already limp waist, rubbed it gently with his index finger in circles, then lowered her neck to his bright red ear: "Now, General, do you like it?"

As she wished, she could feel the unstoppable trembling of the soft muscles under her palms. The smile on her lips remained unchanged, and the interest in her eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Huh..." There was no response, only the light and sometimes heavy breathing that kept floating in the air.

The warm sunlight seemed to become hot, falling on the exposed skin, and it evaporated little by little into hot sweat.

Shang Ce's limp head rested on Nan Qiao's shoulder, his crimson lips were slightly open, his eyes were half closed, and you could vaguely see a little water in the corners of his eyes.

What should have been a vast expanse of white in front of me has now turned into a dazzling array of colors due to the overwhelming dizziness in my mind.

He is a piece of feather blown by the wind, floating in the air and unable to settle down. He can only fly up and down according to the shape of the wind.

Shang Ce was even more dizzy.

It took a long time for my brain to realize what information Nan Qiao had sent.

"No!" He bit his lip hard and insisted on his opinion, refusing to give in.

"That's it..." Nan Qiao lowered her eyelashes slightly and her eyes darkened.

"what!"

Shang Ce was like a swan that was suddenly hit by an arrow. He suddenly raised his slender neck. On it, fine beads of sweat clung to his skin, making it shiny.

The heartbeat in the chest is beating against the chest, beating crazily, thump thump thump…

"Now, does the general like it?" A shallow murmur sounded in his ears again.

"...No." Shang Ce gritted his teeth and struggled to spit out a word.

Now, he has become stubborn.

He just refused to give in, so Nan Qiao could only be more ruthless. She had already played with it anyway, so what did it matter if the time was longer or shorter?

Moreover, if he gives in, will Nan Qiao let go?

I don’t believe in business strategy anyway.

Nan Qiao curled her lips, and her smile became more sincere.

She suddenly let go of her upper hand, and her position changed in an instant. Shang Ce didn't even have time to be happy about the disappearing feeling of restraint, and her waist suddenly tightened.

Something seemed to catch his belt.

But... what else could it be? What else is in front of you?

There seemed to be a sudden thunder, and now everything went dark.

Shang Ce quickly reached over with his helpless hands and blocked Nan Qiao's hand tremblingly.

Nan Qiao turned his hand, hooked the hand that was offered to him, and easily clasped it in his palm.

"What now..." Nan Qiao asked this question again.

The white fingertips gently pulled the belt around his waist that was already loosely gathered.

"I..." The rugged Adam's apple rolled gently, and the crystal beads of sweat slowly slid down.

Shang Ce wanted to continue shouting out loud: "He doesn't like it!"

But this picture could only be sketched in his mind, but in fact, he could only be forced to say a word.

That's just fantasy.

In the skinny and cruel reality, that soft, slender, seemingly invulnerable finger was pressed against his waist.

It was a sharp sword. As long as he said any negative words in his mouth, it would cut off the fragile belt around his waist without hesitation.

And when the belt was broken, her hands...

Shang Ce didn't dare to imagine what would happen.

"It seems that the general still doesn't like it..." Nan Qiao didn't give him too much time to think, sighed in a low voice, and slowly bent his fingers...