Quick Transmigration:Report to the Host,You Have Been Attacked!

"No, no, No No way, Xi Ying can only hum a few, trying to let Joe at least let go of the hand that covers her mouth, so that she can say ah!

But as soon as her voice came out, Joe frowned.

"Next to the girls' dormitory, do you want other people to know that you are here?" Now it's not only his eyes that are floating, but also his voice.

Xi Ying thinks that he should be drunk.

"Say, what do you think of me? When Jiao Shijun asked you just now, didn't you already think about it? Why, I haven't thought about it yet? "

Xi Ying:

So you let go of your hand and let me say??

Sure enough, there is no logic to talk about with drunk people.

"Don't say so, do you?"

With these four words falling down, the hand covering Xi Ying's mouth did come down, but in a moment, there was a soft thing covering it.

Xi Ying's whole body was stiff at once, and wanted to struggle desperately the next second.

However, a pair of big hands that bound her body were just like iron walls. No matter how she struggled, she could not shake her hands.

So she had to bite her teeth and not let Joe rush into her mouth.

However!!

When Joe even used his hand to scratch the itch of Xi Ying!

Xi Ying herself is not afraid of tickling, but Su Mingmei is afraid!

When he couldn't help laughing, Joe ran into it smoothly.

The smell of wine and tobacco suddenly filled her mouth, and the strong masculine smell swept her brain.

Curl, nibble, lick.

This wave of operation let Xi Ying's body slowly soften down.

She felt her mind in the dark, as if floating in an endless sea.

I don't know how long time has passed, when Joe finally let go of his seat.

He put his forehead on the forehead of Xi Ying, and his deep voice became a little hoarse and sexy: "now you can tell me what you think of me?"

Xi Ying was so soft by his kiss that she would not be able to stand if Qiao's hand was not on her waist.

“…… Are you sick, Shijo? " Xi Ying lowered her voice and scolded.

After all, next to the bedroom window, if her voice is too loud, it will attract other students.

In the afternoon, she promised Jiao Shijun in front of so many people, but now she and Shiqiao look so close. If other students see her, isn't it really a matter of stepping on two boats?

Wait a minute

When did she step on both sides?

The boat in front of her is not what she wants to get on, OK?!

"Ha ha ha." When hearing Xi Ying's question, Qiao chuckled.

His voice was originally full of magnetism. After a fierce kiss just now, he added two colors of lust. Now he laughs like something is licking his ear cavity, which makes people feel crispy and numb, and his heart will tremble.

He left Xi Ying's forehead, pulled them apart a little, and stared at Xi Ying with shining black eyes. He said word by word, "I'm sick, so I'm not here to look for good medicine?"

"I am a man, not a medicine." Xi Ying smiles.

"No, you are a medicine, but your medicine has not yet formed and needs to be made -"

halfway through, Joe looked at her in a daze and asked, "where did I just say?"

Sure enough, drunk people have no logic!

Xi Ying said angrily, "you talk about making medicine!"

"Wrong." When Joe's eyes were dark, the corner of his mouth caught up evil smile: "it's not medicine, it's love."