The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

[Oh, this is it, I don't pretend, I have a showdown? 】

[Forced love? !I am a soil dog, my favorite! 】

[I felt something was wrong with this guy from the beginning, but I ended up sending him a good person card every time I recruited him!Made me laugh like crazy. 】

"Small trick, have you seen it? Those photos in the cabinet."

"You can call you that, little trick."

Lin Zhaoyun pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, neither dared to say that he saw it, nor dared to admit it, he was almost on the verge of tears.

In a panic, he suddenly thought of his own skill.

Just about to say give it a try, 886 opened his mouth to remind: [Slaughter thought you had seen the photo, so the self-explosion was taken by him in advance, so there is no point in lying now. 】

Lin Zhaoyun was very disappointed, his toes were all curled up under the quilt, shaking even more violently.

"Those photos are all stained with your scent, so it's easy to spot."

It was actually very faint, but Slater was particularly sensitive to Lin Zhaoyun's smell. The moment he opened the cabinet, the familiar scent flooded into his nostrils.

Turning his head to look at Lin Zhaoyun who was waiting again, his ankles were already trembling and he was still trying to pretend nothing happened.

Scared to death, pretending to let him find a toothbrush, lying, trembling, so cute as hell.

"Have you read them one by one?"

"There are still some I haven't had time to give you, have you read the words I wrote behind the photo?"

Lin Zhaoyun couldn't help but think about the photo he saw just now, his whole back was numb, and the tip of his ears were so red that it was unreasonable.

Not only those that are more concrete, but also those partial close-ups, but fortunately there are no more inside ones.

"Don't be afraid, can you show me?"

Most of the tall man's body was squeezed onto his single bed, and the two of them became very close.

Lin Zhaoyun could feel Slater's powerful heartbeat passing through the fabric.

He shrank his neck and almost buried himself in the quilt: "Don't..."

The line of Slater's lips was straightened, and the palm attached to the back of his neck slowly moved forward to wrap around his side neck.

There was a cold snort coming from behind, Lin Zhaoyun's heart almost stopped running, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still stiffened his neck and said in a weak voice: "Don't show it to you..."

Slater leaned closer, his neck drooping, the tip of his nose seemed to be touching the nape of the opponent's neck.

Because of the sweltering heat and sweating, the scent of Xiangxiang on Lin Zhaoyun's body became stronger.

But he was rejected.

The next second, Lin Zhaoyun felt that his curled ankle was suddenly held. Lin Zhaoyun didn't have the habit of wearing socks when sleeping, and the white socks had already been taken off.

The palm was attached to the protruding wrist bone and flesh of the ankle, and pressed lightly.

Originally, his way of speaking was very gentle, but the next few words became unceremonious, as if he took off his camouflage coat directly, revealing his original bad face.

"Hasn't Anthony seen it?"

"You all slept together all night, but he shouldn't have teased you? Otherwise, when I saw you, you should have been worse. How did you reject him, are you acting like a baby?"

"Arthur coaxed you to his lounge. You came out crying, crying so beautifully, and attracted the attention of many people. Do you know what they talked about?"

"Did he bully you? How did he bully you? It hurt your neck."

"It's right here, there was a red mark at that time." He slightly pressed his palm against the side of his neck.

From the point of contact, Lin Zhaoyun developed a thin layer of pimples, and his neck was shivering from the heat.

Slater didn't want to show that he was very anxious and anxious, so his tone returned to that kind of cool and cold with a little smile.

"I know all of this, and..."

Lin Zhaoyun was numb and froze all over.

When he dealt with those people, was half-forced, or when he was afraid to survive, Slater might have seen it clearly, but he didn't show it at all, and he didn't interrupt those actions.

Instead, he just watched like this, not even knowing how to take his picture.

Lin Zhaoyun slowly curled up tighter, and the faint trembling on his body became obvious.

Slater didn't go any further, because Lin Zhaoyun let out a muffled cry, trembling his shoulders very small, as if he was extremely wronged, and then uncontrollably let out a clear cry and quickly muffled it back.

Slater has always put on airs and enjoyed the hunt in his own way.

Slater easily supported Lin Zhaoyun's waist and turned him over to face him.

Lin Zhaoyun's eyelids trembled violently, stained with tears, and Slater felt that his soul would be taken away.

I didn't see that his face could speak harsh words just now, but now he can't, his expression softened subtly, pinched his chin, and asked with some distress, "Why are you crying so hard?"

Lin Zhaoyun closed his eyes in fear, trying to turn his face away, resisting all over his body.

But when he saw Lin Zhaoyun crying, he would soften his heart, but he was stimulated by Lin Zhaoyun's expression that seemed to hate him, a pair of peach blossom eyes raised up, became a little fierce, and the force of pinching his chin became heavier.

Lin Zhaoyun felt a little pain, his eyes were dazed, his face was sobbing and pink.

Slater stared straight ahead, and approached abruptly, eager and irritable.

Lin Zhaoyun was stunned, his knees curled up just enough to push him away, trying to push him away a little, but he was quickly pressed back without any suspense.

Lin Zhaoyun's chin was pinched and hurt, and a brief "uh" was heard in Slater's ears, making him a poor boy who had never seen a woman, just grown up, and was pitied by the little princess. Heart pounding, spine tense.

886 suddenly spoke: [Damn it, when this dungeon is over, I must use points to upgrade my five senses. What kind of fragrance is it? 】

Lin Zhaoyun:? ? ?

Lin Zhaoyun was so frightened that he forgot to cry, and his thin white fingers awkwardly grabbed Slater's hair, messing up his meticulous hair.

"People from the guards are confronting Anthony's people today. He may not know that you are here with me. He is angrily looking for Anthony's important person. Anthony probably won't explain to him."

"What do you think will happen if I intervene at this time?"

Lin Zhaoyun's shoulders shook, and he raised his eyes to look at Slater in horror.

Slater covered his eyes, gently brushed away Lin Zhaoyun's messy hair, pressed Lin Zhaoyun's chin with his lips, and then gnawed with his sharp teeth.

"Which one of them dies, you will be more sad?"

"Small trick, don't fail to answer."

"The other name you mentioned may allow him to live for two more days."

"It's okay not to answer."

"Kiss me, little move, kiss me."