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Night Rui looked at her with his black and white eyes without any color. The faint ink pupil went deep into the vast sea, deeply attracted her and made her addicted.

Suddenly, a pair of pure and innocent eyes appeared in my mind, as if laughing at her.

Zuo Xiaoyou woke up in an instant. Just now she forgot the woman and the person that yerui likes.

"Young master, I'll go out first. I'll come back when you're finished. "

Night Rui's bedroom doesn't work. He should come to get things. He will leave when he takes them. Zuo Xiaoyou spoke calmly, trying to push away his hand holding his chin in order to leave.

Before her hand touched him, she was held by night Rui's other hand. With only a slight force, she leaned against the wall behind her.

"Left small right." Night Rui stares at her tightly, and her voice has become hoarse because of lust.

In Zuo Xiaoyou's mind, the picture of last night, night Rui's tears and night Rui's retention are constantly swirling. Her heart aches to the extreme. Obviously, I don't like myself, but I'm forced to do this with myself because I need detoxification.

What he wants is that woman.

This perception hurt and she was out of breath.

Zuo Xiaoyou took a deep breath silently, looked up at him, and asked cooperatively, "young master, do you need detoxification now?"

She tried to calm herself. In order not to make the process look so embarrassing, she might as well laugh at herself. It's better to treat yourself as an "antidote" than to treat yourself as a person but be treated as an "antidote".

Night Rui didn't speak. His body had leaned over, and his sexy thin lips kissed her pink lips.

Gently kiss and suck, and the tip of his tongue reaches every soft part of her lips and teeth. The hand holding her wrist had already loosened and held the back of her head to make her closer to herself. The hand holding her chin baked every part of her body, neck, shoulders, chest and abdomen.

The hot palm poked into the hem of the T-shirt, stroked every inch of the girl's delicate and smooth skin, and stirred every sensitive nerve of her.

Night Rui's skills are always very good, so the tenderness of the hot spring can make Zuo Xiaoyou unforgettable all his life. But he usually disdains to cherish her, as long as he is happy. This time, different hot spring water heating, different from the occasional patience in the past, waiting for her to adapt. But it stimulates Zuo Xiaoyou to need him, rely on him and find him all the time.

Zuo Xiaoyou's body shamefully reacted. She knew it shouldn't be. She knew he had someone he liked, but her body kept getting close to him to bear the warmth of his palm.

"Left small right, take the initiative. Huh?! " Night Rui bit her red lips, and the hoarse voice burned the breath between them, like the tempting ghost king, which makes people willing to fall into hell.

Zuo Xiaoyou gradually lost his mind, stared at him with hazy eyes, subconsciously shook his head, "no, No."

"If you don't take the initiative, I have to take the initiative." Night Rui's slender fingers pulled open the tie of the apron and slid three inches from the slender waist into the lower abdomen. Feeling the oppression from her, he gently nibbled at her exquisite earlobe and whispered in her ear, "relax, left, right, accept me. Huh?! "

His voice was completely different from the usual cold, hoarse and deep. With the charm of cello, she didn't consciously listen to him.

Left, small and right tightly cling to his broad shoulders, and the toes of barefoot stepping on the ground have already curled up uncontrollably.

Suddenly, his jeans fell down and his eyes widened. Incredibly, she opened her eyes. Just what was she doing, she was immersed in the gentle fake made by yerui.

However, Zuo Xiaoyou, who woke up, regretted how good it was to indulge all the time. Now she can't bear yerui's body.

Night Rui presses her against the wall. When her body enters, Zuo Xiaoyou bites her finger tightly.

She fell firmly in the arms of yerui, swallowed all her tears and endured a humiliating combination.

She can't help thinking about what happened yesterday, too close and too clear.

Every time night Rui asks, she knows that what he wants is not himself.

Too sober, too clear, reason is like piercing her heart with a sharp knife and taking away her dignity.

She likes people so deeply.

Zuo Xiaoyou sobbed in a low voice. Night Rui stopped in her body and pressed her on the long wool carpet nearby. Looked down at her, looked at the tears from the corners of her eyes, frowned suspiciously, and asked in a dumb voice, "uncomfortable?"

... what's the problem. Zuo Xiaoyou looked away from him in embarrassment.

Night Rui automatically understood that she was shy. Her generous palm stroked her delicate and small cheek and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Stop crying." Night Rui whispered, "don't cry in the future. I don't want you to cry."

Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head and whispered, "don't say, don't say."

"Don't cry, I will protect you and won't make you cry in the future." Last night, yerui dreamt with his pillow.

Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head desperately for fear that he would continue to say. He held his neck tightly with open arms and said in his ear, "just want me. Stop talking, stop talking. "

Night Rui herself is in depression, and her hug is an invitation. He bit on her snow-white neck and shoulder and said in a dumb voice, "as you wish."

At the end of a love affair, Zuo Xiaoyou picked up his pants on the ground and ran to the bathroom. Before closing the door, ye Rui stretched out his hand.

"Little, young master." Zuo Xiaoyou blushed and quickly put his pants back like a thief. He stepped aside to let Ye Rui in, dodged and ran out.

"Left small right." Night Rui grabbed her arm and looked at her coldly, "what's running?"

The cold in his eyes deeply hurt her. The tenderness in love is really an illusion. Maybe under the stimulation of toxicity, yerui takes himself as her.

That sentence was enough for her to wake up.

"Don't cry, I don't want you to cry." This sentence is clearly what you said to that person. How can you give it to yourself.

Zuo Xiaoyou bravely raised his head and looked at him, trying to make himself look neither humble nor arrogant, "I'll go back to my room to take a bath."

Night Rui lifted his chin and looked in the direction of the bathtub, "wash here."

Zuo Xiaoyou is not good at lying, "I, I'll get dirty."

Night Rui picked up her chin and looked at her arrogantly, "you have soiled me." Then he looked at his lower body.

The left and right faces turned red and then turned pale.

All courage went up in smoke. She trembled her lips. She didn't know whether she was angry or excited. She murmured for a long time, only spitting out an unclear sentence, "yes, you want it yourself."