The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

The boy grabbed the hand of He Xi, put her palm close to his mouth, and then gently blew.

He Xi's whole body is completely frozen, looking at the youth in front of him unbelievably.

Young people's mouth rigid pull up, as if laughing, but it has become a strange muscle twitch.

He saw that He Xi still didn't smile. He thought she was still in pain. He grabbed her hand and blew it gently again.

"Xiaochi -!" He Xi uttered a cry that was almost plaintive, and suddenly reached out to touch the young man's face.

She looked at the young man's face, inch by inch, with little details.

The more she looks, the more she feels like it.

Eyebrows and eyes, facial features, as if her brother Xiaochi grew up.

It's not the younger brother of Nalan River, but the younger brother Xiaochi who lived with her in the orphanage in her previous life!

Hearing her cry, the young man seemed to be stunned, his eyes flashed a confused and stunned light.

Lingering purple's eyes are also staring at Hexi, and then, as if by magic, the young man opens his mouth and shouts out two words with a broken and confused voice, "sister Elder sister...... "

Hot tears from the eyes of He Xi, dripping wet her lapel, but she did not notice.

I can't tell whether the tears are from He Xi or from Nalan He Xi, but that elder sister stabbed the softest place in her heart.

He Xi takes the boy's dirty and smelly body into his arms, his voice trembles and whispers, "Xiaochi Xiaochi... "

That time block in front of her to protect her little figure.

The brother who is willing to go to the hellish Laboratory for him.

It was the only family she had in her previous life and one she would never have again.

Now, however, Xiaochi appears in front of her.

Whether the young man in front of her is Nalan Hexi's younger brother or her Hexi's younger brother, in this life, she will surely protect the young man from any harm.

When He Xi carried him into his arms, he had a moment of panic and instinctively wanted to escape.

But slowly, He Xi's familiar fragrance came into her nose, which made her yearn and miss.

The young man's tense eyebrows and eyes slowly stretched out. He obediently leaned his head on the shoulder of He Xi, and his throat made a comfortable voice similar to that of the beast being feathered.

Even because of excitement and side of the head, gently licked the neck side of the He River skin, to express their intimacy and love.

Nangong Yu, who has been watching beside, has been hypnotizing himself. This is Nangong Yu, whose brother He Xi can't be jealous and angry. At this moment, he can't bear it anymore.

This little satyr, even if he jumped into Xi'er's arms (He Xi pulled it in by himself), even dared to lick Xi'er, was he impatient?

Nangong Yu steps forward with a cold face, clasps the young man's neck with one hand, and carries him out of He Xi's arms.

As soon as he was pulled away from He Xi, he immediately tensed his nerves and his face was full of fear and vigilance.

However, when he felt the strong breath from Nangong Yu, he immediately calmed down again.

However, as soon as he felt the danger from his long life of abuse, he could not help shivering and making a low and sad lament.

He Xi immediately stood up nervously and whispered, "Nangong Yu, what are you doing? You're going to hurt him? "

Nangong Yu frowned and looked at the boy's eyes that he was holding.