Master Zhan, Calm Down!

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"I...it's okay..." She pretended to be weak and said something softly, then stretched out her hands, and Rong Zhan lowered her head tacitly. She wrapped her hands around his neck and her cheeks were close to his ( Chest xiong) mouth. +++ Catino Novel Network www.wuxiaspot.com

Close your eyes.

It seems that there is a moment, but my heart is particularly at ease.

How long has the armor on her body been worn, it seems so indestructible, no one can get close to her, but when he rushed up to protect him, her armor seemed to be gradually feathered, staring at him protecting herself. , Vent her anger.

How long have you not felt this way?

Sangxia didn't know.

Although the way was rude, it made her really feel protected and cared for, like a treasure in the palm of her hand.

It seems that she is a queen.

And he is her general, a soldier, invincible by her.

Sang Xia's head rubbed against his (chest xiong) mouth, his hands tightly (hook gou) tightly.

Rong Zhan avoided the reporters directly, went out from another exit under the arrangement of the backstage staff, and directly carried her into the car. The driver in front drove, and Rong Zhan sat with her in the back.

Rong Zhan lowered the partition between the front and rear seats, and when he turned his head again, he had to pull her skirt.

"Does it hurt? Where did she hit you? Where did she break it!?"

At this moment, he also reacted, and said angrily. Why didn't his wife be beaten to fight back? Why didn't he call him earlier! ?

He (强qiang) endured his temper, for fear that she would be wronged if he talked loudly to her.

Her embarrassed appearance at this time made him feel angry, but also made him feel distressed.

Sang Xia was sitting on Rong Zhan's lap. She pressed his hand to prevent him from pulling his clothes, her eyebrows drooped, and she muttered, "It didn't break...It just seemed that the ankle was twisted and it hurts."

When Rong Zhan heard it, he cursed, but he leaned forward with his hands, gently lifted her calf, (takes off tuo) her high heels, and lifted up some of her long skirt, (Lu) Out of slender white calf, and that delicate and charming ankle.

Sang Xia also glanced at that.

Nothing, there is no green.

Of course, she is a lie, how could she be.

Originally I wanted to clarify with Rong Zhan, but then she couldn't tell when she thought of him being so worried about herself, anxious, anxious, and her petty temper that she couldn't help but suppress.

Just count, and keep going.

Sang Xia didn't even see it, so how could Rong Zhan see it, but he frowned and looked carefully, and his big hand fell on it, gently kneading it for her, then turned back and asked her, "Does it still hurt?"

Sang Xia’s clothes were torn a little messy. At this time, his coat was wrapped around her body. It was big, loose, but even more lining. She had a slender body frame, which was indescribably messy and weak. .

"……much better."

She murmured softly.

I don’t know if it’s her illusion. She always feels that Rong Zhan’s eyes look a little different when she sees her, making her face a little hot, and the posture that he is kneading his ankle in his hand makes her feel warm, but there is also The unspeakable (暧ai) ambiguous.

really.

Rong Zhan kneaded and kneaded, unexpectedly lowered his head suddenly, and lightly (kissed wen) her forehead on her ankle, so pious, like loving, so precious.

Her heart trembled abruptly, she wanted to retract, but was held by him, then he leaned over and asked her with deep eyes while massaging, "Daughter-in-law, do you remember what you said on the stage before? "

What to say.

Naturally, the last thing the host asked: Do you like him?