Zerg salted fish do not want to turn over

Oran stopped in his footsteps. He was very surprised in his heart, but his surface was still as calm as a mountain.

He knew about this function, but he never thought of letting Yang Fan activate it, or in other words, he never thought that a male worm would activate this function.

After all, no male would like his female to have too much, and the selfish gene has already been carved into the blood, every generation.

When he returned to Oran's residence, Yang Fan was still surprised for nothing.

In this central city where every inch of land is expensive, housing prices are almost [-] star coins per square meter, and the villa in front of you has its own yard on the upper and lower floors. It is a single family and covers an area of ​​about [-] square meters.

And this is the smallest of the five sets under Oran's name.

Yang Fan couldn't help feeling that Junni is really rich.

The house has the same feeling as Oran, deserted, with nothing extra, only a cleaning robot working hard.

"Gu..." Yang Fan blushed, clutching his belly and said, "I'm hungry." After sleeping for almost a month, he still didn't eat anything after waking up.

Olan took out the nutrient solution and handed it to him.

Yang Fan drank three tubes in a row, and his face flushed under Olan's slightly surprised gaze.

In fact, he really doesn't eat very much, which is too shameful.

"Well, I see that there are still some ingredients in the kitchen. If you don't mind, let me do it. My craftsmanship is not bad." Yang Fan said hurriedly, he must brush up his favorability.

Oran was noncommittal, turned around and sat on the sofa, ready to transfer his work.

Bursts of aroma came from the kitchen, Olan moved his nose, and the work in his hand stopped unconsciously.

"There aren't many ingredients, so let's make do with it first, and I'll cook something delicious for you tomorrow."

Yang Fan took a bite of the meat, and immediately felt extremely happy. No matter how varied the taste of the nutrient solution was, he really couldn't stand the soft taste.

Olan looked at the piece of meat on the plate in front of him, took a mouthful silently, and his eyes lit up.

This taste turned out to be really good, no, it should be better than most restaurants.

Yang Fan's eating speed is very fast, and he has been practicing it for more than 20 years in the last days. After all, if he eats slowly, he is likely to become food.

After he finished eating, there was still a little bit of Oran left. Although he ate elegantly, he was not slow at all, and he finished eating in a short while.

"If you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow." Yang Fan took the opportunity to say.

Olan was a little annoyed, but after thinking about the taste he had just tasted, and about the nutrient solution meal he ate every day, he finally nodded slightly.

Yang Fan grinned, and deeply felt that his act of using supernatural powers to cook when he was free was really too witty.

A little bit of time passed, and it was already dark.

Yang Fan secretly glanced at Olan from time to time, and every time he did, his face turned a little red, and even his toes turned up nervously.

"Well, where do I stay tonight?

Alan frowned, "Today is the first day of our wedding, we must marry, you can only live with me today."

Yang Fan's heart moved slightly, and he was quite embarrassed, "This, this is not very good, it's the first day we meet today, so this kind of thing needs to have a certain emotional foundation."

Olan smiled mockingly, took out the gift box from the matching center, and opened it in front of Yang Fan. Some of the things inside were really comprehensive. Yang Fan glanced at it and saw that there were all kinds of props.

There's even a whip.

"I think this is what you mean. You hugged me all the way, and now you can't tell me? What do you think I am? Huh?"

Even though his voice was so cold, Yang Fan could still see strong disgust and anger in his eyes.

Yang Fan was shocked again, speechless.Shouldn't sugar be given out for marriage?Why are you still posting these things?

If he said that he didn't know what the gift was, would it be useful?

The killing intent suddenly appeared, even the air was suffocating, the good atmosphere just now seemed to be an illusion, Yang Fan stood there, deeply aware that the current Oran probably really wanted to kill him.

"Believe it or not, I really didn't know this was the gift. If I knew, I would have thrown it away a long time ago."

Olan snorted coldly, "Listen clearly to me, cooperate with me, you are good to me, you understand."

"I hope you can trust me." Yang Fan insisted, feeling a little sad.

"Shut up." Oran laughed mockingly, "Why do you make me believe you?"

Yang Fan stood up immediately, and threw all the gifts in the box into the trash can. He didn't think it was enough, and let the robot destroy all of them.

"How can you believe me? As long as you tell me, I will do it." Yang Fan was full of sincerity, seeing Olan's undisguised disgust, he felt inexplicably panicked.

Looking at each other for a moment, Yang Fan walked slowly in front of Olan and smiled slightly, "I know you have the means to judge the truth of what I said, and I allow you to use it on me."

Olan's eyes shrank suddenly, and he retreated subconsciously.

Yang Fan kept pressing on, pointing at the position of the heart. The distance between them was so close that as long as Olan stretched out his claws, he could pierce Yang Fan's chest.

"Trust me, okay? I won't hurt you. You see, you can control my life and death, and I believe that with your strength, you will definitely clean yourself up."

Olan turned his head away, avoiding Yang Fan's sight, but the beating frequency of his heart clearly told Olan that he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

"Damn it." There was a stabbing pain in his wrist, and Olan glanced at the time, it was too late.

Finally, Olan couldn't take it anymore, leaned forward, hugged Yang Fan in his arms, and entered the room with a thump.

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, and then his face turned red. He had never been hugged by anyone since he could remember.

But now, the feeling of being carried away by his own female monarch, how should I put it, actually gave him a subtle sense of satisfaction.

Until he was put on the bed, the next second, Olan was already pressing over.

"Do it quickly, time is running out."

He has the arrogance to stand on the battlefield and lash out at Fang Qiu.

In the blink of an eye, Olan had already taken off all the clothes on his body, and the red light on the bracelet on his wrist was dripping.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his lips were a little pale, as if he was enduring some pain.

Yang Fan felt distressed when he saw his trembling hands from time to time, and reached out to hug Olan.

Lowering her head, she kissed his wrist. Olan's body trembled slightly, and there seemed to be mist in his eyes. After seeing him, he couldn't find his way out.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Yang Fan knelt in front of Olan almost piously, trying his best to make Oran comfortable.

Soon, Olan's originally fair face was stained with a bit of blush, but Yang Fan's appearance was reflected in his cold and calm eyes.

"I, can I really do it?" Yang Fan has endured to the extreme, but he is still extremely gentle.

Oran gave him a non-threatening look, "You talk too much, eh!"

A muffled hum, extremely lingering.

The moment Yang Fan really possessed the female in his arms, he felt physically satisfied while feeling empty psychologically.

Even now, Oran still hasn't said a word of trust.

"Wait, the combination of mental power, hurry up, it will be too late."

The moment the foreheads touched, a wonderful feeling spread from the forehead to the soles of the feet, and the cells in the whole body were clamoring for more, more.

Silk threads spread around them when they couldn't see them, blending with each other, and it was difficult to separate them.