How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 314 There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I raised my brows, but my heart (72)

   Fan Xian didn't show the violent appearance that Wen Xien imagined, and even said calmly, "You're right, I'm more shameless than you."

   Ah this...

   Wen Xien's eyes widened slightly, and he didn't understand what he meant by this sentence, so he was dragged away by him.

   After seeing this posture, it is not easy.

  Wen Xien pulled desperately, not even Fan Xian's hand pulled a single point.

   No matter how hard Wen Xien struggled, he was pulled into a room by Fan Xian. This hotel is an industry under his command, so he also has his own room.

  The moment Wen Xien was dragged in by Fan Xian, the door was closed by his kick.

   The hand that had been gripped so tightly finally loosened.

   "What do you want to do?" Wen Xien asked as calmly as possible, taking several steps back, staring at the door behind him from the corner of his eye.

   Then saw him lock the door with his own eyes.

   A sneer came from the darkness.

   It was this sneer that made Wen Xien's blood almost freeze.

   "...Fan Xian, I, I tell you, don't mess around."

   she heard herself trembling.

   "What if I say I want it." The voice was very nice, but it sounded like a poisoned knife, "What can you do? Do you think you can escape by yourself? Do you think you have the strength to resist?"

  The curtains were drawn tightly, and the lights were not turned on, so the room was pitch black, they could only see each other's eyes, they both glared at each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

   Fan Xian tore off his tie, his voice was hoarse and low, with a deep anger, "Since I'm so shameless, I don't mind being a little more shameless."

   This sentence is ambiguous and full of deep meaning.

  Wen Xien was angry, annoyed, and scared. His lips were trembling with anger, "You dare! I tell you Fan Xian, if you dare to touch me, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life."

   Fan Xian tore off his tie and walked over on foot. The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor was very calm and rhythmic, like a talisman for life.

   He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then don't forgive me, do you think I value your forgiveness?"

   As soon as Wen Xien noticed something was wrong, he wanted to run away, but Fan Xian saw it a second earlier.

   The next second, Wen Xien was pressed **** the sofa.

   The opponent's strength was too great, and Wen Xien was thrown out of tears, screaming stuck in his throat.

   Fan Xian's hands gripped her slender shoulders like eagle claws, almost embedded in the flesh. Wen Xien was speechless in pain, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense, for fear of angering the man on him.

   The other party leaned down very close, his breath was close at hand, and sprayed on Wen Xien's snow neck, causing her to tremble all over.

   In the darkness, Wen Xien couldn't see very clearly, but she intuitively knew that the other side's falcon-like eyes were staring at her sharply in the dark, almost piercing the flesh.

   Just then, the lights in the room turned on.

   Wen Xien even thought, how did this light turn on?

   But Wen Xien didn't dare to think about anything immediately.

  Bright white light poured down from the top of their heads, most of which was covered by Fan Xian's body, slantingly outlined his handsome nose and deep eyebrows.

   And, the deep anger and... terrifying desire in those eyes.

   The moment Wen Xien saw each other's eyes clearly, the hairs on his whole body exploded, and every cell was screaming in fear, run away, run away, she couldn't bear this man's means.

   "Fan Xian...Fan Xian, calm down...don't mess around..." Her lips trembled, like delicate petals faded from fright, her voice was soft and waxy with an unconscious begging.

   Fan Xian looked at her with a deep expression, and a warm smile appeared on his thin lips.

   "Don't, aren't you very capable? You're cowardly now."

   Can this **** be cowardly? You don't **** talk about martial arts!

   If you beat him, you can still stand it, but you can't!

Wen Xienshuang lowered her eyes, her eyelashes cast a small shadow on her pale face, she was silent for a moment, and then said softly, as if subduing, "Don't be like this... Fan Xian, you don't want us to make trouble like that, do you? "

   Fan Xian heard the words, and slowly moved one hand to the side of her face, his thumb gently rubbed the tender snow-white skin, feeling the warm trembling underneath.

   "What level?" He touched Wen Xien's snow cheeks, as if he was admiring a beautiful and fragile piece of art, his tone was almost gentle.

   almost.

   Wen Xien believed it.

   "As long as you let me go now, we can be as good as before, Fan Xian, don't be confused anymore."

fart!

   As soon as she escapes, she promises to run far away. It's really a **** mildew, and such a thing will happen.

   She felt the loosening of Fan Xian's strength, and regarded it as acquiescence, and immediately struggled to escape from the confinement, but before she took a step, she was tripped on the spot by one foot.

   "Did I let you go?" Fan Xian was still so slow and soft, but Wen Xien shuddered at the meaning of this sentence.

   Fan Xian was standing, and she was lying on the ground in embarrassment.

   Fan Xian chuckled lightly, and slowly took off his suit jacket, the tall and straight figure was immediately shrouded, Wen Xien's eyes widened in horror, and he crawled forward in a panic.

   "Fan Xian!"

She took a step, Fan Xian took a step forward, controlled the rhythm and fell a distance behind her, like the cruelest hunter teasing the dying beautiful prey, mercifully giving her a little hope, just to taste the thrill of hunting .

  In the end, when Wen Xien was about to flee, he reached out and grabbed Wen Xien's slender ankle, and in Wen Xien's desperate scream, he dragged him back.

  …

   Thin white fingers unconsciously scratched on the fluffy carpet a few times, the sweat-soaked white shirt clinging to the slender back, outlining the delicate and beautiful butterfly bones.

   trembled, like a crucified butterfly.

  …

   cried and begged, but only made the condescending man more excited behind him.

  What a beautiful little thing, what a miserable cry.

  It's so pitiful, so stupid, so beautiful.

  …

   "Ah..." The man let out a hoarse and low laughter, his deep voice full of dark desires, and smiled slightly, "Enen is a girl... such a beautiful girl..."

   "...Go away." The hoarse voice was very soft, as if it was blown away by the wind with a little force.

   "So cute, Enen is awesome."

   This Nong Yanqinggui's face is already pink like spring peach, I don't know if it's crying or embarrassed.

   The fabric wrinkled flower-like folds in his hands, and the heat of his palm smeared through the fabric on Wen Xien's cold skin.

  …

   His jet-black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his white jade-like cheeks.

   Those watery eyes and wet red lips were so beautiful that it was almost bewitching.

   Yesterday, I couldn't help myself when I read Shui Qiancheng's great article, so I took a day off, especially if you love a sb, this novel is really nice

   (It's another day to ask for votes. Be confident)

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