The door slammed shut in front of Lin Yang.

He was so angry that he raised his foot to kick, but then he remembered that the house was his and if the door was broken he would have to pay for the repair, so he silently retracted his outstretched leg.

As if possessed by a mysterious force, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, turned on the front camera, and carefully examined his face which had just been skin-treated before going out.

He has regular facial features, a handsome demeanor, thick hair, a nose and eyes. How can he be as ugly as the succubus said?

He's not like a succubus who shows off her looks to eat.

He makes a living from the dozens of houses left by his father.

When Xiao Su comes later, he will definitely file a complaint, expose the succubus's arrogant and domineering face as a slave, and ask Xiao Su to sell the succubus out.

Of course, he definitely didn't get angry out of shame. The nature of a succubus is no different from that of a kitten or puppy. Who would be jealous of a pet?

When he becomes Xiao Su's boyfriend, Xiao Su will know how flashy and impractical the succubus is. Only the keys and property certificates in her hands are the most reliable.

When Su Ci walked out of the elevator with her shopping bags, she saw the landlord looking at himself in the mirror at the door, muttering something to himself.

"Mr. Lin, good evening."

She greeted him with a smile, walked around Lin Yang and was about to open the door when it was opened from the inside and a slender white hand pulled her in.

"Xiao Su, I--" like you

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door slammed again, blocking out Lin Yang's unspoken confession and slander.

“…”

Wicked slave! Naughty slave! Lowly slave! Absolutely abominable!

…

Just one door away.

Su Ci was pushed against the wall by the beautiful young woman, and the daily necessities in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Less than three hours after leaving, he began to feel hot and uncomfortable again. His body pressed against Su Ci was so hot that it seemed as if it was going to melt her.

Xiang Zhiang buried his face in the girl's neck and gasped violently. The hot stream from his breath penetrated into her collar, reddening a large area of ​​milky white skin.

After taking a few deep breaths, the addictive thirst was relieved and the blood that was about to explode gradually calmed down.

Anyone who understands creatures like succubus knows that a superficial taste of the sweetness is only a temporary solution and does not address the root cause.

The more you suppress your lustful nature, the more severe the backlash will be when it explodes. Some succubi will even tie up their masters and stay with them for ten days or half a month.

It just so happened that Su Ci didn't know much about it. It was her first time raising a succubus, and the only knowledge she had was learned from the original plot.

Xiang Zhiang in the original house does not go into heat frequently. There are a few times when he cannot control himself, but he endures it with his strong willpower.

So when Shao Ge carried her onto the counter in an offensive manner, spread her legs and squeezed in, hugged her waist and made strange gurgling noises——

Su Ci unpacked a five-spice beef stick, lifted up Shao Ge's well-defined jaw, and stuffed one end into his slightly open light-colored lips.

From the high angle, his features appear even more flawless. His short black hair slightly covers his smooth forehead. He has thick eyebrows, deep eyes, a straight nose and thin lips. His skin is as warm as jade when placed in the palm of your hand, a texture that no man can let go of.

Xiang Zhiang's nostrils twitched as he smelled the spices on the beef stick, which disturbed the unique and rich aroma of its owner.

If I had to describe it, it was like adding chili oil to yogurt or mixing rotten eggs into rice, making the succubus feel nauseous and uncomfortable.

There are only two flavors in the world.

One is the owner's sweet and fragrant smell that you want to inhale again and again.

The other type is other smells other than the owner's, each with its own unique stench.

Xiang Zhiang opened his mouth, stuck out his pink tongue, and tentatively licked the beef stick. He couldn't describe the taste, the meat was old and tough.

The taste is completely different from that of the master.

Although he had only tasted it in his dreams, his master's skin looked very delicate, and the taste must be delicate and smooth, which was his best placebo.

The long, raven-black eyelashes were slightly raised, and the eyes were focused on the end of the beef stick, which was pinched by the owner's slender and beautiful fingers.

Want to lick.