[Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The Torture Story of Bai Yueguang (66)]
Yan Qing pinched it and then attacked him mercilessly.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Rossier, who was punched on the chin, gritted his teeth and raised his hand to turn on the light.
How could he not see that each of this woman's punches was a lethal move, aimed specifically at his vital points. If he had not dodged in time, he would not even be able to stand and speak.
She speaks softly in front of other men, but her moves are deadly when she is with him.
Oh.
The tip of his tongue touched his cheek, and his affectionate peach blossom eyes contained a hint of resentment.
Yan Qing saw that he looked like he enjoyed being beaten.
She blinked her confused almond eyes: "My brother didn't sleep in the middle of the night and broke into my sister's boudoir. What is he trying to do?"
The sight swept from top to bottom, wantonly and boldly.
Rosier was wearing an open-necked nightgown, fastened at the waist by a tie, revealing a pair of model-like long legs.
The laces that were about to loosen were dangling precariously, and the glowing white muscles looked as if they had been specially smeared with a layer of essential oil.
If you don’t know, you might think they are flowers that are delivered to your doorstep for you to pick.
If she hadn't been so reserved, she would have turned into a thief.
Rosier glanced at her, the bruise on his chin did not detract from the beauty of his face.
"The old thing has turned into fertilizer to nourish the soil, why is he still here with his brothers and sisters?"
He walked past Yan Qing and walked towards the bathroom with his long legs.
As she looked back, she inserted her right hand into her hair and lifted up a few strands, squinting her eyes and saying, "I want to use the bathroom. Ah Qing, you don't mind, right?"
The two words "A Qing" are like strawberries melting in your mouth, and you can smell the sweetness in your ears.
He didn't want to play the game of pretending to be brother and sister anymore.
Why can others call him by a given name but he can’t?
He didn't want it to become the exclusive property of some pretentious and scheming man.
Yan Qing didn't care about the change in his address, but the corners of his mouth trembled after hearing what he said.
Why does "borrowing the bathroom" sound so familiar?
"Please do as you please, brother." She shrugged, stopped standing at the door, and collapsed directly on the sofa.
It seemed as if Rosier was borrowing the bathroom. The door slammed shut and the water flowed at full blast.
The frosted glass door vaguely reveals the outline of a person.
When he came out, he had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and water was dripping from his hair, rolling down his Adam's apple and slipping into the edge of the bath towel.
Yan Qing leaned on the sofa, holding up his chin and looking at him, his admiring eyes moving from his well-defined abdominal muscles to his impeccably handsome face.
"It's so fast." She commented casually, smacking her lips.
Rosier paused in wiping his hair, then threw the towel in her face with a sullen look, looking somewhat angry and embarrassed.
"I can last more than an hour every time!"
He raised his chin, his peach blossom eyes sparkling.
Yan Qing smiled and took off the towel covering his face, looking at him with teasing eyes: "One hour at a time, 24 times a day, that's 720 times a month."
Finally, she said admiringly: "Brother has great physical strength."
Rosier: “…”
Breeding pigs that work all year round don’t do this!
Coming to his senses, he snorted coldly, took a few steps forward and locked the man between himself and the sofa.
“Whether it’s good or not, you have to try it to know.” His sparkling peach blossom eyes were like lotus with water and half of them shyly closed. When he looked at people, he could make people melt in his inexplicable charm.
A face more delicate than jade appeared before my eyes. It was so delicate that not a single pore could be seen, as if it was so delicate that it could be blown away.
So perfect that it makes people jealous.
At such a close distance, Yan Qing could even feel the moisture on his body.
The scent of the same shower gel floated between the two of them, and their breaths seemed to have merged into one.
Rossier stared at the red lips so close to him, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his face moved closer unconsciously.
Yan Qing's eyes widened at this moment, and he said in surprise as if he had suddenly realized something: "Brother, are you trying to reduce the originally agreed share by seducing me?"
She had an expression of "I won't do that" which destroyed the ambiguity that had just heated up.
"Am I the kind of person who doesn't keep his word?" Rosier almost bit his tongue when he gritted his teeth, and he had to resist the urge to strangle someone.
Yan Qing seemed to be relieved: "That's good."
She pretended to be shy and continued, "It's too hot. If you don't get up, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."
The hand that was supporting the man's chest pinched his beautiful muscles.
These words made Rossier's gloomy face brighten instantly. His good mood made his chest muscles tremble slightly. He raised his hand and pinched her face before sitting up straight.
"If it happens again, I won't let Qing off so easily."
Every cell in his body was screaming with the desire to tear the person apart and eat him.
But he endured it.
The other personality is like a time bomb that can put her in danger at any time.
Before he killed his other self, he didn't even have the qualifications to be by her side.
The man who looks unruly is actually surprisingly rational.
Yan Qing took out a slightly wrinkled map, spread it out on the coffee table in front of them, and pointed to two places marked on it.
"It's agreed that these two mineral resources will be mine from now on."
Her eyes were full of light and her smile was full of satisfaction.
The money-grubbing look made Luo Xier's dissatisfaction disappear, and he looked at her unhappily: "Follow me, everything is yours."
Including my people.
The corner of his mouth was curled up in a casual, seemingly joking smile, but the seriousness that almost burst out of his eyes could not be ignored.
Yan Qing sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking serious: "Men are not as reliable as money."
An idea suddenly came to her mind, and she suddenly leaned forward and knelt, supporting her hands on his legs, with her pretty little face very close to him.
"Isn't it time for my brother and the gentleman to come to an end?" There was a sly gleam in her eyes, as if she was planning something bad.
Rosier leaned back, his breathing slightly hitched.
If this pose is paired with a maid outfit with animal ears and a cat tail with a bell hanging on it...
"Just talk if you want to. Why are you getting so close to me?" He pushed the person away and moved aside uncomfortably.
He pulled over the matching cushion from the sofa and covered his crossed long legs with it.
The smile on Yan Qing's face collapsed at the corner of his mouth.
A slutty fox in heat instantly turns into a chaste and loyal husband?
She snorted and changed into a comfortable position, leaning against the back of the sofa.
"Brother, why don't you add a clause to the terms of the spoils division?" She pinched her nails carelessly and smiled slightly, "Require him not to reveal a single word about the old man's death."
Luo Xier raised his eyebrows slightly: "Share the spoils? He didn't ask me for anything."
"All I want is the old man's life."
Yan Qing was stunned. Volunteering to be a free thug was not something that man would do.
So what deep hatred does Mr. Hu have with Rocky?
Seeing her deep in thought, Rosier guessed that she was thinking about that wild man, and couldn't help but snorted.
"It's not impossible for me to say more if you want me to."
Considering that he had offered a large reward for creating suspicion, it was not surprising to make such a request.
"Brother is indeed an excellent brother~" Yan Qing rushed over, hugged his arm, and twisted her body to act coquettishly.
The beautiful curves are full and plump, warm and soft like freshly baked glutinous rice balls.
Rosier felt an itch in his throat, and he unconsciously exerted force on the hand pressing on the pillow on his legs.
"Go find a rope to tie me up, go quickly!" He suddenly hunched over, with veins bulging on his body.
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