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If there is a long lens slowly opened now, you can see that through a thin door, the crisis is almost imminent: Du Ziheng is sticking to the door and listening carefully, and outside the door, the man with the knife is also sticking to the door , Listen to the situation inside.Grain-grain-net-first-post www>

Mo Xiangwan covered his mouth, rubbed himself behind Du Ziheng little by little, squatted down, and saw a shadow flash past through the extremely small gap under the door.

Is someone gone?

When Mo Xiangwan was speculating, Du Ziheng suddenly turned his head with a serious expression. After thinking for a while, he picked her up and went straight to the bedroom.

"Hmm..." Mo Xiangwan screamed in fright, and Du Ziheng had already seen the right moment to cover her mouth. [

The bedroom door was closed with a "bang", and at the same time as the sound of the door rang, Du Ziheng pressed Mo Xiangwan onto the not-so-large double bed.

Mo Xiangwan's mouth was covered by Du Ziheng, but his hands were free. He scratched and scratched Du Ziheng in horror, without any ambiguity. In a few tens of seconds, he left several blood marks on Du Ziheng's face. Such a wicked person remained silent.

It wasn't until Mo Xiangwan was pressed under him that Du Ziheng let go of Mo Xiangwan's mouth, and reminded her, "Call..."

Mo Xiangwan was in an embarrassing situation for himself. Seeing Du Ziheng propping his hands on his side, but not actually touching his body, he was wondering what Du Ziheng was going to do. He suddenly listened to his order to "scream quickly", so he looked up stupidly. what is his name?"

Du Ziheng's eyes sank, and his big hands suddenly wrapped Mo Xiangwan's roundness, and kneaded at the top.

"Hmm..." Mo Xiangwan was so frightened that he almost screamed, but bit his lower lip.

"You...you...you bastard—" Mo Xiangwan covered his chest with his hands, staring at Du Ziheng with tears in his eyes.

With a pinch, Du Ziheng had already retracted his hand, but at this moment, he seemed to be shocked by something, staring at his hand stupidly, and waited until Mo Xiangwan complained, a blush flashed across his face that was hard to rub. There was a bit of a nasty voice in his mouth, "You're so stupid! When Kurosawa Yao did these things to you, couldn't you be a dead fish?"

Mo Xiangwan was so ashamed and angry that he covered his chest and stared at Du Ziheng, "You, you are different from him!"

Kurosawa Yao's touch made her happy!Du Ziheng's touch made her feel sick!

"Then think of me as him!" Du Ziheng yelled at Mo Xiangwan in a hurry.

Think of Du Ziheng as Yao Kurosawa?

Mo Xiangwan wants to cry but has no tears!How could it be possible to figure it out?His light brown eyes are not as good-looking as Kurosawa Yao's eyes that are as dark as eternal night, his skin is not as fair as Kurosawa Yao's, and his thin lips are thin and ruthless, not as perfect as Kurosawa Yao's...

No matter how you look at it, these two men are both in the sky and the underground, what does she think?

Also, why would she want to?Why should Du Ziheng be regarded as Kurosawa Yao?

Du Ziheng's hands were clenched. He looked at Mo Xiangwan's struggling, and thinking about the sensation of the grip on her chest just now, he felt that his whole soul was about to rise tremblingly from his body, but this kind of Moment, even if he has such a heart, he does not have such an opportunity.

Du Ziheng forced himself not to look at Mo Xiangwan's ups and downs with his breath, and said in a low voice, "Would you like to think of me as Yoku Kurosawa and call me out, or let me do something like that to you?"