Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Jiang Yiran seems calmer than her gaffe. "Come, I will blow your hair."

The dead wood has passed.

Jiang Yiran blows her hair with a hair dryer, and her long, white fingers pass through her hair, occasionally touching the two furry ears inadvertently.

The ear is a very sensitive part of the cat, and Shen Mubai couldn't help but shake his ears, but the feeling of crispness remained on his ears.

When Jiang Yiran touched her ear, Shen Mubai did not believe that his own shovel was a shovel. He had to doubt whether the other person was deliberate. She hesitated, or whispered, "Don't touch. My ears are very itchy."

In the angle that the girl couldn't see, Jiang Yiran slightly licked his lip line and responded with a faint tone. "Well, it's almost done."

Shen Mubai was relieved.

Jiang Yiran stood up and collected the hair dryer. When he was about to turn off the desk lamp on the table, he heard the soft voice of the girl. "I... go downstairs tonight."

His hand was slightly stunned.

Shen Mubai still has some scruples about the present appearance, so he could not help but ask for this.

Jiang Yiran turned and her deep eyes fell on her.

Shen Mubai looked at the man who couldn’t see any emotion on his face, and he was in a bad mood. "Maybe I will change back to the cat tomorrow."

Jiang did not speak, and walked toward her step by step.

The scorpions were a little more than usual, and they said that they were unclear. Although they were suppressed by the owner, they slowly climbed up from the bottom of their eyes.

Shen Mubai's eyelids jumped, giving birth to a little retreat, just when she was planning to escape, it was too late.

On the opposite side, Jiang Yiran leaned over her whole person to the big bed behind her, and the strong hands also restrained the action she wanted to resist. The warm breath rushed in, and the two men’s bodies were tight. Stick together, very embarrassing.

Shen Mubai tried to break free, but did not expect the other's body to be like a mountain to suppress her heavy weight, unable to move half a point.

She is quite depressed, and every male owner is simply her nemesis.

Jiang Yiran stared at her scorpion, who was obviously shivering, and whispered, "Where do you want to go?"

Although the other person's face still maintains a normal cold look, but the eyes are like what is suppressed in the forbearance, it looks like a deep sea of ​​stars, sweeping her whole person.

Shen Mubai just wanted to say something. Jiang Yiran’s lips had already been pressed down, and the tongue followed the silk gap strong and gentle, and then sucked her tongue fur with force.

Every inch of the girl’s mouth has not been let go, and he is squatting.

Shen Mubai was somewhat relieved by his affection. When the other party’s usual abstinence was put into this aspect, it was like a wolf that had been waiting for a long time, and finally extended his claws to his prey.

While kissing the softness of the girl's mouth, she took a hand and gently pinched the furry ear. When I felt the person under my body couldn't help but shrink, the low-pitched laughter in my throat.

In the eyes of Shen Mubai, the soda was flooding. When one of his hands was divided, he tried to reach out and push it on his chest. He didn’t expect the other person to look like another pair of eyes, and it was easy to stop. Her movements were more forced to kiss.