[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

Zhang Yu injected the last half of the blue injection into the psychiatrist's buttocks, and did not forget to wipe the oil on the round pearls.

"The last point, whether it works or not depends on your own good luck. Also, don't call me a beast all day long, as if you like being fucked by beasts!"

After a period of rough treatment by the psychiatrist similar to veterinary methods, he was already emaciated, and even his long hair was not as smooth as before.

The cheeks of the indistinguishable beauty were sharpened a lot, she was morbidly pale, a black shadow floated under the eyelids, and the eyes were even more hollow and numb. When the injection went down, he twitched instinctively The body and the bottom of the eyes are like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

Zhang Yu put down the syringe, brushed his long hair, and pressed down, his movements were as intimate as a pair of lovers, and even kissed his bare shoulders, "Baby, now you have everything on your body except PP." There is no meat. You are too thin to feel comfortable, and your hair, hey, I think you will be bald."

"You better cheer up, I don't like bald food."

He stuck it to his ear, exerted a sudden force, almost pushed him off the bed, and violently pulled the long hair, so as not to knock him off!

"what!!!"

The pain of tearing the scalp and body forced the psychiatrist to lean back. Although he was insensitive to such things, the severe pain still caused the body to react instinctively.

For example, he didn't want to cry, but he couldn't control the tears overflowing from his eyes, "Beast! One day, I will kill you with my own hands!"

"How to kill?"

Zhang Yu took the opportunity to bite his ear, and he didn't intend to stop at all. Instead, he became faster and more violent, "Use your *flower* to kill me? Hahaha..."

"……you!"

The psychiatrist gritted his teeth angrily, and was about to open his mouth to bite his face when his body suddenly hung in the air. He was hugged by Zhang Yu, and he hurriedly leaned back in fright, and his body tensed due to excessive tension, "You... What do you want to do?"

Zhang Yutao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a comfortable sigh, "Relax, baby, I'm just doing a small experiment to see if you can swallow something as big as a fist!"

"Zhang Yu!!!"

When the psychiatrist heard this, he completely collapsed and cried out heartbreakingly: "Are you crazy?"

"Why am I crazy? I'm not because of your young master. Mr. Shen wants to mess with him. God knows how scary his thing is. Isn't it because he is afraid that he will ruin that little baby and ask me for a trick?"

Zhang Yu carried the psychiatrist to the table, crossed his skinny wrists, clenched one hand tightly, and pressed on his back with brute force, and the other...

"I can only try with you."

"Do not!!!"

The psychiatrist screamed in pain, and the unprecedented severe pain hit him, but he couldn't hold on anymore, rolled his tear-stained eyes, and passed out!

Zhang Yu looked confused, "Isn't it, is it really dizzy?"

This can't work, if Daqian can't accept Xiaocuti for a long time, then Shen Ershao will definitely take him!

……

A night of wind and rain did not bring a good sunny day, dark clouds enveloped the sun, the air was heavy and tight, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

After this night, Jiang Yuran's tortured Hua'er miraculously recovered as if she had gone through a storm.

There is nothing wrong with jumping up and down, twisting the waist and twisting the buttocks. Although he was extremely ashamed, he still couldn't help asking Shen Qian: "You, you didn't help me again last night, did you?"

Shen Qian hadn't woken up yet, his voice seemed hoarse: "Which one?"

"……lick."

Jiang Yuran uttered this word with difficulty, his cheeks became hot, and the redness that was about to drip instantly burned to the roots of his ears.

Shen Qian was stunned for a second, then burst out laughing, "You sound like you're shy?"

"I... Where do I have..." Jiang Yuran was so weak that he lost his aura, and his earlobes were even red.

Shen Qian searched for his voice, pulled him into his arms, and asked softly: "Does it still hurt? Do you want me to lick it for you again?"

"No more!"

Jiang Yuran resolutely refused. Although it really has a healing effect, it would be too shameful to lick that kind of place.

Shen Qian suddenly had an idea, and remembered what oil Zhang Yu said. If saliva was used instead, would the effect be good?

"Little cleanliness..."

The lazy voice suddenly became hoarse, with suppressed lust and kiss falling down, the kiss caught Jiang Yuran off guard and was inevitable, "Do you like me?"

Jiang Yuran was so annoyed, at the beginning he touched at every turn, how did it turn into kissing at every turn now?

Dissatisfied with a small sob of resistance, he asked timidly: "If I say I don't like it, will you bite me to death?"

"No, I'll make you fall in love with me."

The man's handsome and sharp chin was buried on his shoulder, his breathing gradually became deeper, the tip of his tongue wandered over the young boy's snow-white and tender neck, licking the pulsating aorta, and only pressed lightly with the tips of his teeth, it turned into a gentle kiss.

You know, that place has always been a source of great temptation to him, but from the beginning to the end, he was not willing to bite him.

Jiang Yuran's heart was beating violently.

The moment his fangs pressed against his skin, his pupils suddenly dilated, "You, you won't force me, right?"

The movement of Shen Qian's fingertips to lift his shirt to touch his slender waistline suddenly stopped.

In fact, there is a demon with teeth and claws in his heart, but he tries his best to cover it up in front of him, endures insincere passages, and tries his best to look like a gentleman.

He wanted him, to bite his neck, to penetrate his body hard while sucking his blood, to make him completely merge with himself.

But the resistance shown by the little thing, the flustered heartbeat, the timid words, the heart-piercing cry of pain, he couldn't bear it, broke through the bottom line and completely indulged himself.

But the more forbearing, the deeper.

I have to say something against my will: "I won't force you, I will wait until the day you are willing."

He suppressed his desire and let him go, "Go and eat something, there is food in the cabinet, I guess you will like it."

Jiang Yuran's neck and face were scorched, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. A herd of deer ran through his heart, and there was the sound of hooves falling.

Until he took out a box of canned beef, because he couldn't open the zipper on it, he could only turn to Shen Qian with a blushing face, "Open it for me."

Under his guidance, Shen Qian easily opened the metal cover on it, and even took off the ring fastener.

When the can was handed back, he took the opportunity to grab his slender and white fingers, and fumbled to put the ring-shaped zipper on his ring finger.

"I don't know if I have any hope of regaining my sight. Now I can't even feel my eyeballs, and I can't even blink. But I will do my best to protect you and love you."