Tyrant love: little stunner, I want you

Following his own words, looking at the man in front of him, his face became more concealed.

On that handsome face, the brows were furrowed, the eyes were dark, and the wings of the nose opened and closed, as if something was brewing.

The thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line showed the displeasure of its owner.

Not to mention, even a fool would know what happened to that heaving chest.

Seeing the man's gloomy face, with signs of black clouds overwhelming the city, Feng Xiaojiu's heart skipped a beat immediately, and she cried out secretly.

Oops, the tyrant is angry!

The tyrant is angry, the consequences are very serious!

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaojiu's heart trembled with fear, especially seeing the man's increasingly gloomy face.

Feng Xiaojiu felt a burst of cold air rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head inch by inch, and her back was even more chilly.

In the end, before Feng Xiaojiu could think about other things, she just felt empty for a while, and then, a sense of falling came over her, and finally, her August [-]th blossomed completely...

"Ouch, my ass!"

Following Feng Xiaojiu's scream, she fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

Suddenly, Feng Xiaojiu felt a sharp pain in her buttocks, as if several petals were split, she immediately grinned from the pain, tears were about to burst out.

However, when she met that cold and gloomy gaze above her head, Feng Xiaojiu didn't dare to say anything anymore.

Just trembling and fumbling around, gently rubbing the sore buttocks with one hand.

I kept muttering in my heart.

The rumors are true!This tyrant really has a capricious personality!

It was fine just now, but she still felt that he was gentle just now, and she was a little moved in her heart.

Now, the tyrant has returned to his previous cold coffin face.

While Feng Xiaojiu was slandering in her heart, at this time, Situ Junyan also caught up.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Duguming's gloomy face, Feng Xiaojiu's flat chest, and the two big steamed buns she was holding, Situ Junyan was stunned, and then he understood.

While heaving a sigh of relief, seeing Feng Xiaojiu grinning but not daring to speak out, she couldn't help but stepped forward and asked worriedly.

"Xiao Jiuer, are you okay!?"

"Uh, no, it's okay, haha, luckily I have steamed buns stuffed in my chest, otherwise, I must be dead."

Seeing Situ Junyan's worried face, Feng Xiaojiu immediately spoke.

After hearing the words, Situ Junyan was finally relieved.

However, when his eyes fell on Feng Xiaojiu's red and swollen back, his face froze for a moment, his pretty brows furrowed immediately, he bent down, gently held Feng Xiaojiu's injured hand, and spoke.

"Xiao Jiuer, your hand is injured!"

"Um, yes, I didn't know who pushed it down just now, and then I was stepped on. But it's okay, it's just a bit like a pig's trotter, haha..."

Feng Xiaojiu said with a haha.

Although, she felt that her hand was very painful, but she didn't want Situ Junyan to worry, so she said it casually pretending to be fine.

God knows, my hand is swollen like a pig's trotter, and it hurts like hell!

Just when Feng Xiaojiu gritted her teeth and endured the pain, she didn't realize that Dugu Ming, who was standing beside her, twisted her beautiful sword eyebrows when she saw Feng Xiaojiu's injured catkin.

A touch of heartache is fleeting, so fast that people can't catch it.