What is it like to have a sand sculpture blood wife?

Chapter 81. There Are No Henpecked Men in This World

Noticing the Coke bottle in Xia Yuan's hand, Ying Sitong moved her lips, and snatched it from his hand without saying a word.

Where Xia Yuan is as strong as hers, she simply can't hold back this brute.

Ying Sitong was obviously a little drunk, so he grabbed her and gulped it down without saying a word.

"Tch...tsk tsk, it's so hard to drink."

The beautiful young woman of the blood race wrinkled her nose uncomfortably, with an extremely painful expression.

This Nima is not cola, it is medicine, can it not be bad to drink?

The key point is that it is not a pure liquid, it is a jelly, but it has fluidity.

The plaster can be applied externally or taken internally, but Jiang Xiaoling said it is best to soak it in hot water.

The inhibitory medicine gave off an indescribable smell, and Xia Yuanguang couldn't help frowning when he smelled it.

In this way, Ying Sitong could drink it down, and he was really convinced.

But it's hard to drink.

Ying Sitong took another big mouthful.

"Tch...tsk tsk, it's so hard to drink."

"It's so bad that you still drink so much?" Xia Yuan saw that she drank so many suppressive drugs, and thought that no matter what, she would never change again.

Personal safety is guaranteed tonight.

Xia Yuan's uneasy heart finally fell to the ground, and the eyes he looked at Ying Sitong changed from fear to worry.

He stretched out his hand, ready to snatch the Coke bottle from her hand.

But Ying Sitong faltered and threw the Coke bottle out of the window.

Mom!
There was a brief pause in Xia Yuan's brain.

The world is blank.

After two seconds, a bang was finally heard.

"What the hell, who is so unqualified, throwing a ball at a high altitude? What if it hits someone?!"

A rough male voice sounded from below.

……

Damn, what if the suppressant is gone?

In the next three months, people will die.

Xia Yuan looked at Ying Sitong worriedly, it was not wrong to leave her at this time, nor was it wrong not to go downstairs to pick up his suppressant medicine.

He gritted his teeth and broke his heart.

Quickly picked up the beautiful young woman of the blood race by the waist, and walked out of the room in three steps at a time.

Before leaving the room, Xia Yuan picked up a down jacket from the bed.

……

Taking the elevator down to the first floor, Xia Yuan carried Ying Sitong on his back and walked to the backyard of the hotel.

The nighttime temperature in Taxkorgan is minus 22 degrees, the cold wind is biting, and the sky is full of snowflakes.

The streets, the roofs, the window sills... were covered with thick snow, piled almost ankle high.

Xia Yuan stepped on a pit.

With his shaking, Ying Sitong on his back slowly fell asleep.

Ying Sitong put her arms around his neck and lay on Xia Yuan's shoulder.

The beautiful young woman of the blood race is as strong as a cow, and her explosive power is amazing, but don't look at it, when she is kneeling on her shoulders, she still looks cute and cute.

Xia Yuan has never tried it before, but now Ying Sitong is like a soft feather on her back, you can hardly feel her weight.

Only the faint breathing from the ear, lingering in the heart, slowly made people feel a little pressure.

After walking half a circle around the dormitory building of the hotel, Xia Yuan stopped suddenly.

A faint figure appeared in front of him.

Duan Qian was wearing a pink winter jacket, a big fluffy hood was put on the back, and her long ponytail was tied behind her head.

She was wearing a pair of short leather pants, black pantyhose, and a pair of leather boots wrapped up to her calves on her two straight long legs.

The dim streetlights swayed her figure.

Faint shadows are stretched into the snow.

Duan Qian clasped her hands, a cigarette was held in her right hand, and a little fiery red light shone in the darkness.

She occasionally took a puff of cigarette lightly, and the white smoke rolled and scattered under the light.

I don't know what she was thinking, just thinking about it.

In the pure white snow, Duan Qian is like a blooming red rose, both beautiful and hot.

"I don't see that you like smoking at all."

Xia Yuan's voice interrupted Duan Qian's meditation.

Surprised, she turned around and saw that it was Xia Yuan, and smiled knowingly at him.

"I don't like smoking."

"What's that for?"

As Xia Yuan spoke, he turned the person on his back upside down.

After seeing the figure on Xia Yuan's back, Duan Qian was slightly stunned.

She lowered her head and smiled slightly, her big cat eyes shining brightly.

Duan Qian's expression now is both charming and provocative, completely different from when Xia Yuan first met her.

He understood it, it seemed that Duan Qian was entering the role.

Or have not left the previous role.

In "The Demon Hunter", she plays a sultry blood race full of danger, and at the same time, she loves and hates Gongyang Yide played by Xia Yuan.

Duan Qian smiled faintly.

"I smoke because I'm lonely; I'm lonely because I smoke. After I smoke, I often don't know whether I'm smoking or being lonely."

Xia Yuan nodded seriously, "Excellent. Is this the movie Wang Jiawei made?"

Duan Qian chuckled, and threw the remaining half of the cigarette at her feet.

She rubbed it lightly with her toes, and the red light spot immediately went out in the snow.

Duan Qian chuckled, "This is not Wang Jiawei's movie, it's the book of ruffian Cai."

"Oh, I think the way you smoke is very seductive, so I think it is more suitable for Wang Jiawei's movie." Xia Yuan said.

"is it?"

Duan Qian smiled slightly, showing some beautiful teeth in the flaming red lips.

"Hmmmmmmm."

At this moment, Xia Yuan let out a muffled groan, and found Ying Sitong hugging his neck tightly.

He just felt suffocated.

The brain is full of scenes of hanging witches in medieval Europe.

"Wife is always the most beautiful."

I don't know if Ying Sitong is really asleep or just pretending, after hearing Xia Yuan's words, the strength in her hands suddenly relaxed.

"Whoosh..."

Xia Yuan hurriedly took a few deep breaths, feeling as if he had come back from the gate of hell.

Duan Qian looked at him amusedly.

"I can't tell, you're quite afraid of your wife."

Xia Yuan's heart tightened,
You don't understand, I don't have a wife on my back, it's my life.

"Ahem, there is no man who is afraid of his wife in this world. Hmm..."

Xia Yuan's neck tightened suddenly, and he quickly added, "Only men who respect their wives."

Duan Qian chuckled and raised her hand to give him a thumbs up.

"I am relieved to see you are so loving."

"Huh, huh?" Xia Yuan always felt that these words were strange.

She raised her head and looked at Xia Yuan, "Actually, I don't smoke, and I don't have much addiction."

"It's just that, in order to broaden the scope of the play, smoking has become a compulsory course for actors."

"Really?" Xia Yuan asked suspiciously.

"It's about the same. I don't know if smoking makes people feel deeper, or because people with depth like to smoke. Over time, this has become a way of expressing emotional drama."

After Duan Qian finished speaking, she smiled, and the spirit in her eyes returned.

"Let me show you."

"Okay."

Although he came downstairs to pick up the bottle, Xia Yuan has completely forgotten his original intention at this moment.

At this moment, Ying Sitong, who was lying on Xia Yuan's back, let out a murmur, which startled Xia Yuan.

she says--

"Xia Yuan, I want to eat you."

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