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

Xue mingcan immediately arched his waist, for fear that his change somewhere would make Xi Ying, who was obviously in a coma, detect it.

He felt embarrassed.

Embarrassment and shyness, a kind of shyness without place rises rapidly in the heart, diffuses, overflows from the pure and clear eyes.

He swallowed nervously.

After burying his face in the sheet for more than ten seconds, he slowly raised his head.

A boiled shrimp like color, red face, very pure and lovely.

He gently pulled Xi Ying's hand with his hand, trying to get out of his arms.

He knew he couldn't stay in this place anymore.

Woman vomit also vomit, should not have what situation again.

Even if

Even if there is any more situation, he will not be responsible.

Otherwise, he really can't control what will happen next.

Xue mingcan gently tugs Xi Ying's hand, while frowning and thinking about his performance today.

Although his family condition is not good, he is handsome and tall, and his grades are good. He gets a national scholarship every semester, and he can get a prize when he participates in various competitions.

Therefore, in the relative society of the University, there is not such a realistic place, he can also get many girls who only look at Yan Qigao, or like him when he studies well.

Of these girls, there are almost all kinds of them.

High cold strong type It's not that he hasn't seen it before.

But why did he fall in love with this woman at first sight?

Does he like this mature woman?

Or is it because such a good woman doesn't like him?

Xue mingcan analyzes his heart carefully, which can also be regarded as a diversion for something under his body.

He knew that if he focused on this woman again at this time, his physical reaction would be more intense and could not be dissipated.

When he was about to succeed in pulling off Xi Ying's hand, Xi Ying suddenly opened his eyes.

All movements of Xue mingcan have stopped.

That nervous little look, as if he had stolen a million Xi Ying.

Tick tock.

Bang.

In the intertwining of time and heartbeat, Xi Ying's hand, which has not yet been completely pulled off, presses Xue mingcan's back of the head and vigorously presses his face to himself.

The watery black eyes sparkle, reflecting the tenderness and honey of the warm yellow light at the head of the bed.

This is because of drinking and the remaining few red lips, in this second thoroughly knead into his lips.

Light, good smell, greasy.

He felt that he had lost control of his body, and her fragile back brain was covered with her slender and soft palms, and her most vulnerable lower body was clinging to her sexy long legs.

His whole life was in her hands.

As long as you pinch it gently, it will disintegrate.

He was wearing the uniform of a Musi waiter, which was not cheap, but even a button on her body was not worth it. But at the moment, the two people cling to each other as if they have crossed two classes.

The heat of the body came from the thin cloth.

With his eyes wide open, he felt that the opposite person opened his mouth, and the tip of his tongue, which was full of lustrous wine, came in with irresistible determination. He didn't even know how he cooperated to let go of his lips and teeth and let the soft and sweet smell twinkle and lick in his mouth.

In the air, the slightly hot breath winds around the rich liquor gas, and turns into the gradually rapid gasping, and the whining exhortation from the nasal cavity from time to time.