After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Yan Song was worried by the coming heavy taste.

Naturally, I couldn't sleep anymore. I wrapped up a coat and sat on the soft blanket of the bay window, lit a lady's cigarette, and stared at the dark outside while smoking.

This era is too chaotic. Everyone lives, most of them are failing.

Humans, who are like ants, are even more fragile in this era.

This human existence is actually a miracle.

Wave after wave is like cutting leeks, with a short life span of only a few decades, and it is full of emotions and vulgarities.

But relying on their cleverness step by step from the turbulent era to the age of civilization and technology.

Even the existence of an old fairy like her is mostly extinct, but humans still live well.

Perhaps this is the true care of heaven.

Footsteps came from behind.

Yan Ge doesn't need to look back to know that it is Ji Xiushan who finished the bath.

She extinguished the cigarette in her hand, and lighted it a few times before lighting it. She lit a cigarette for herself, and asked without looking back, "Is Mr. Ji smoking?"

"Do not."

Ji Xiushan not only doesn't smoke, he also doesn't like people who smoke and drink.

He resents this smell.

The room was full of smoke at this moment. He walked behind her, and all the smoke smell was scattered from her.

However, the strange thing was that there was no nausea. The smell of the woman after bathing with her body was mixed with a slight smell of tobacco, which made him stupid, like smelling a drug that could disturb the heart.

He reached out, dragged the smoke from her fingers and extinguished it, then hugged her horizontally and walked towards the big bed.

He wore a bathrobe with some of the laces on his waist pointing down, and as a result, a large part of the skin on his chest was exposed.

Yan Song glanced.

The man has very pale skin.

Although thin, it is not as skinny as skinny, and the meat on the chest looks tough.

Looked pretty strong.

However, this sturdy, and the muscular sturdy sturdy Shi Yan completely belong to two styles.

Yange was put on the bed by him, and before he rolled over, he pressed down, resting his hands on the sides of her shoulders, imprisoned her, and kept a little distance from her.

She tilted her head slightly, avoiding his gaze: "Mr. Ji, what do you mean?"

"Don't you know?" He touched the corner of her eye with his finger, and traced her eyebrows slowly.

His fingers finally landed on her lips, and gently touched those red lips: "Did you think I thought about it this time, it has become so thin."

Yange opened his mouth sharply and bit his finger, but let go of it with a bite.

"Mr. Ji, I'm not feeling well." She closed her eyes and said softly, "I'm afraid I can't get my wish."

She did what she wanted.

She didn't point to anyone, she said clearly.

Ji Xiushan listened and finally got better.

He didn't speak. The pain from the fingertips was piercing. He retracted his fingers and licked them in his mouth. The sweetness of her mouth filled the mouth.

He closed his eyes and was slightly intoxicated, so he lay beside her, reached out, and brought her into her arms.

Although not said, the action has it all.

He didn't plan to fight in blood, just to sleep.

Without Shi Yan, Yan Ge slept well.

When Ji Xiushan woke up in the morning, he was still a little confused.

However, to Jiu Xiushan's giddy smile, she was so excited and sober.

Ji Xiushan pointed to himself, "Do you always do this?"