Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2342 Desert (44)

The little pitiful pushed him, the voice that just woke up was still a bit soft.

Jiao hum.

"Hot... you loosen up."

Being able to make her feel hot in winter shows how high his body temperature is.

It was still early, and the genius had just shone.

Adair Khan grabbed her hand that pushed him and put it on his waist.

Eyes closed, sword-brows drawn into temples, his face is tough.

The mandible with stubble rested on the top of her head.

It seems that he has not fully woken up, his voice is hoarse, and he still vaguely hides tiredness.

Low and lazy.

"Hey, squint for a while."

These words sounded like she was making trouble for no reason.

"..." Her Royal Highness, who fell asleep early last night, was no longer sleepy after being woken up by the heat.

Hearing this, she pursed her lips and held her in his arms.

"But I'm hot."

And he strangled her waist so badly.

She is uncomfortable.

Adair Khan didn't open his eyes, but his hands fell on her belt.

This was the last piece of clothing on her body. She had been making a fuss last night, so she took off two pieces.

If you take it off, it's really gone.

"……Hey you--"

She realized what he meant and held him down.

"Isn't it hot?"

He is skilled at taking off her clothes, as if he has learned how to take off her clothes.

"..." After all, the little princess is still thin-skinned and a little annoyed.

"I said hot because I wanted you to—" Let go.

Not undressing!
Stinking rogue.

Adair Khan is indeed not a gentleman, nor does he have the rules and etiquette that so many Han people do.

Just do what you want, including playing hooligans.

He laughed, undeniably.

The little princess took his hand away.

Cheeks are flushed.

I don't know if it's hot or angry.

"Bad man."

The strength around her waist loosened, she propped herself up and sat up.

The quilt covering her body slipped off, and there was only a thin gauze on her body, which could not be blocked by anything.

She subconsciously pulled over the quilt, hugged it, and blocked it.

"My back hurts."

She tore off all the quilts, wrapped them around herself, rubbed her waist, and glared at him.

Tortured her all night, causing her to have nightmares.

My waist was sore and sore, and there must have been bruises.

She was so angry that she raised her leg to kick him.

Kick the culprit.

Adair Khan grabbed her feet.

She didn't have much strength, kicking him was more like tickling him.

"pain?"

He touched her feet, really like a bastard.

She is shameless and takes advantage of her.

"……you--"

As if she was being burned, she retracted her feet.

This movement involved the waist.

She wrinkled her face and rubbed it.

"It really hurts..."

It was the first time he hugged a girl, he had no experience, he only knew how to use force to prevent her from running away.

Pressing her all night really hurts.

Even the bones hurt.

Delicate little princess, where has she ever been wronged like this?
The pain was so painful that tears were about to come out, and I still sucked my nose.

stared at him unhappily.

The eye sockets seemed to be red.

Hearing her voice, Adair Khan sat up.

"pain?"

"..." The little princess was so wronged that she wanted to beat him.

Big bastard one.

Adair Khan looked at her waist.

There, thin and soft, like willow branches without bones.

It is white and full of snow, it is extremely soft to hold, and it feels wonderful in the hand.

The beautiful waist of a beauty, but now under the light clothes, looking directly at the past, it is indeed a large area of ​​blue.

They were all strangle marks left overnight, and looked shocking, as if they had been beaten.

fragile.

(End of this chapter)