Chapter 197 I want it! Give it to you!
Charlene Lahiri took the initiative to throw herself into the arms of a man like a young swallow, which made it difficult for Yang Huan.
He was hugged tightly by her; her tears soaked the clothes on his shoulders, making him feel cold.
But more importantly, he finally felt what it was like to be the Thirty-Six Emperors.
It feels really good.
Because he was hugged so tightly, as Charlene Lahiri's shoulders moved, the Thirty-Six Emperors kept pressing and rubbing against Yang Huan's chest. That feeling was really great.
Is this the benefit of being a hero saving a beauty?
Yang Huan was very happy in his heart, and he felt that if that was the case, he would definitely save any beautiful woman who was in trouble next time.
"Oh, by the way, Xia Lin, did they do anything to you?" Yang Huan asked with concern.
Charlene Lahiri rested her head on Yang Huan's right shoulder, shook her head and said nothing.
"Did we give you anything to eat? Or anything to drink?" Yang Huan asked again, with a hint of anticipation in his tone.
Charlene Lahiri isn't thinking straight.
"It's like this. I heard that these bastards are extremely vulgar and like to drug beautiful women. If they drug you, then there's nothing I can do. If it really doesn't work, I will save you with reluctance. After all, we are friends, right?"
Charlene Lahiri stopped crying now and felt both angry and amused.
How come this guy always has such crooked ideas?
But she just couldn't hate him.
She could only open her little mouth and bite his shoulder hard through his clothes.
“Ah~”
Before he could bite, someone let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Instead, Charlene Lahiri stopped biting him and angrily broke away from him, "Why are you yelling? I didn't bite you."
"Oh, it hasn't bitten yet!" Yang Huan patted his shoulder and said with a grin, "I shouted too early. I just wanted to cooperate with the plot. I didn't mean anything else."
Charlene Lahiri burst out laughing. She was really about to collapse.
How can this guy look like the prince charming who saves the beauty?
"Oh, by the way, did Terry Adams do anything to you on the way, or did he give you to someone else?"
When Yang Huan talked about being clumsy, her hands were in front of her body, gesturing at two key parts that were within reach.
Charlene Lahiri felt as if his hands were really touching her body. She actually felt a tingling and electric shock-like sensation, and her whole body felt warm.
"No!" She turned away, not daring to look at him again.
She didn't know why, but from the moment she saw him suddenly appear until now, every time she looked at Yang Huan, her heart would feel like a beating heart in her heart, and she couldn't explain why.
"Oh, that's good. I thought that guy was so bold that he even dared to steal my things. How outrageous!"
Charlene Lahiri was unhappy. It was obviously my own stuff, wasn't it?
How did it become yours?
But thinking about the subtext of Yang Huan's words, she actually didn't want to talk back.
"Hey, why are you blushing so much?"
Yang Huan took a closer look and said, "They wouldn't be so heartless as to drug you, would they?"
Charlene Lahiri didn't know either, she did drink water in the morning.
His face was quite red, but his body showed no reaction at all. How could he have been drugged?
"No, you can't give up treatment. Take off your clothes quickly. At this time, I can only sacrifice my body to save you."
As he said that, Yang Huan actually reached out his hand, but not to take off his own clothes, but to take off Charlene Lahri's clothes.
"Don't thank me, and don't look at me with admiration. I'm just doing what Uncle Lei Feng taught me to do!"
Charlene Lahiri's hands were tied, but her mouth was fine, and she pretended to bite the hand he extended to her.
Yang Huan was so scared that he quickly shrank back.
In fact, he didn't really want to take off her clothes, he just saw that she was crying so hard and wanted to tease her a little.
"Wow, the drug is taking effect. Are you so anxious? But don't bite my hand. There are places for you to bite!"
Charlene Lahri didn't understand, but Yang Huan was almost laughing to death.
"Okay, okay, stop making trouble. Are you okay?"
Charlene Lahri looked at Yang Huan with a look of anger on her face, but her heart was full of gratitude.
Without Yang Huan, she doesn’t know what would happen today.
Maybe, she will become someone else's plaything in the future and her situation will be miserable.
"Is there anything wrong?" Yang Huan asked again.
Charlene Lahiri shook her head for a long time before she whispered, "Thank you!"
"What?" Yang Huan was happy in his heart, but pretended not to hear it.
"I said, thank you!" she said, raising her voice.
"I didn't hear it clearly, please say it again." Yang Huan moved his ear closer.
Charlene Lahri was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit Yang Huan's ear.
But she didn't use any force. It would be more accurate to say that she was sucking rather than biting.
For a moment, I felt a sensation like an electric shock rushing from the soles of my feet straight to the top of the sky.
That feeling immediately caused him to have an extremely strong male physiological reaction, and his whole body seemed to be ignited.
He turned around suddenly, held Charlene Lahiri's head with both hands, aimed at the target, and kissed her hard.
Charlene Lahiri let out a moan, caught off guard and kissed. A Chinese idiom flashed through her mind: "Play with fire and you will get burned."
But the thought did not linger for a moment, and soon her body was taken over by the stimulation brought by the kiss. Her mind was blank, and the only thought in her mind was to kiss him, hard, forcefully, and desperately.
The experience of surviving a disaster and walking back from the edge of despair stimulated her to indulge herself at this moment and cherish everything in front of her, including this man whom she did not hate and even started to like a little bit without knowing when!
As they kissed, Yang Huan's hand reached under her shirt and went up to her towering thirty-six emperors.
The forbidden area that had never been touched by anyone was occupied by Yang Huan. The intense feeling kept impacting her nerves and occupying her body. It was very comfortable, so comfortable that she wanted to moan.
Especially when thinking about the situation just now and the environment at this moment, an unprecedented stimulation controlled the two people.
Tired of kissing, they pressed their foreheads together, looked into each other's eyes, and breathed heavily.
I want!
for you!
The eyes reveal everything!
But just when Yang Huan was about to take action, there was a gentle knock on the door.
The knock on the door was like pouring a bucket of cold water on a red-hot iron.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, steam coming out!
That ball of scorching heat receded like the tide!
"What's the matter?" Yang Huan stood up unhappily, looking reluctantly at Xia Lin Lahri, whose shirt was already open and even the flesh-colored bra inside was half unbuttoned. In his heart, he wanted to throw out Long Wu who was knocking on the door.
Looking at Charlene Lahiri's eyes, although she is still shy, once she calms down, don't expect her to be emotional again.
"Master Huan, Lao Sun called several times and said that the people from the English Football Association have asked many times that a prince and princess from the UK want to meet you."
"I'm busy!" Yang Huan was annoyed.
I don’t care about you being a prince or princess, you have messed up my business!
Charlene Lahiri smiled bitterly. It sounded like Prince William and Princess Kate.
How many people are eager to meet them, but you are not the same. They take the initiative to ask to meet you, but you still don’t meet them?
If this gets out, how many people will become mentally unbalanced and commit suicide?
"Nikola also called and said that the team was in a state of panic and the game was about to start!"
Long Wu's words calmed Yang Huan down.
He may not care about Prince William and Princess Kate, but he takes the battle against Manchester United very seriously.
Forget it, if I missed the opportunity, I’ll just miss it. I’ll look for another opportunity later!
Thinking of this, Yang Huan stood up and reached out to help Charlene Lahri untie the rope on her hands.
While unbuttoning his clothes, he flirted with her and said, "Let's find a chance and go to my yacht, just the two of us."
Charlene Lahiri's face turned terribly red. She lowered her head, pretending not to see it, and didn't dare to answer.
But my heart was beating fast.
Is this what it feels like to like a man?
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As the game approached, more and more fans gathered at Wembley Stadium.
The stands were already packed with people, and there were seas of heads everywhere.
According to past practices and rules, the northern team chooses the northern locker room and the southern team chooses the southern locker room.
Although many people say that there is a losing curse in the South locker room, Southampton still chose the South when drawing lots.
Not to mention that no one believes in spells, let’s just talk about morale.
If you break the previous rules and conventions when choosing the locker room before the game, it means losing morale.
This was undoubtedly a fatal blow to a crucial game.
So, when Nicola Cortes drew the locker room, he chose the south.
But as the game got closer, the atmosphere in the South locker room became more and more depressing.
“Louis, is there any news about Master Huan?”
Ibrahimovic asked assistant coach Luis Borini with a concerned look on his face.
The Swede is also considered a half-lone ranger in Southampton. Perhaps because both of them have rather odd personalities, he likes Ravelle Morrison quite well.
This time it concerns Ravel Morrison, so he is also very concerned.
"Not yet. We will inform you immediately when there is news." Luis Borini was also helpless.
When something like this happens, no one knows what to do?
Do we really have to listen to the kidnappers and lose to Manchester United on purpose?
This kind of thing is a dilemma.
On one side are teammates, and on the other side is a final. How to choose?
"In my opinion, it is more important to rescue Lavelle first!"
"So you think we should lose to Manchester United? That was a match-fixing!"
"You don't have to play fake, Manchester United is very strong!"
"That's not the case. If we cooperate with them in this game, they will have evidence against us and will continue to threaten and blackmail us again and again. What will we do then?"
In some matches of some lower-level leagues in England, there are often some bizarre results and scores, and many people associate them with match-fixing.
This is just like taking drugs. It's not like you can just take it once and forget about it. It sticks to you and you can't get rid of it even if you want to.
"What else can we do? Let them kill the hostages? Kill Lavelle?"
"That's our teammate!"
Everyone in the locker room was talking to each other, and everyone was in a difficult situation.
Everyone wants to save people and no one wants to fix matches, but the question is, how to solve it?
"Now we can only hope that Master Yu Huan can rescue the people."
"Come on, how is this possible? Didn't you hear what the police said? Even they can't do anything about those underground gangs. What can Master Huan do alone, unless he is Superman or Batman?"
"That's right. Master Huan can't do anything about this kind of thing."
"Master Huan usually doesn't tell us anything, and he doesn't want this to happen. We shouldn't make any more demands on Master Huan."
"That's right, we are not qualified to make demands on Master Huan."
Ibrahimovic looked around at his teammates in the locker room and gritted his teeth.
"I have no other opinions. As long as Master Huan says so, we will fix the match. No questions asked!"
Everyone in the locker room was stunned when they heard the Swedish center say this.
If word gets out, his title as the world's top center will be ruined!
"Zlatan is right. Master Huan has said that I will accept any decision we make!" Vidal also stood up to express his opinion.
"I'll listen to Master Huan too!" Neymar also stood up.
Neuer thought about it and stood up as well. "Don't worry, Master Huan, if you want to tell me whether to let it go or try my best, I won't say a word!"
Several big-name stars in the team expressed their opinions, and other players also stood up one after another.
"Then let's all listen to Master Huan!"
"That's right, I'll listen to Master Huan. I admit it!"
"But, where is Master Huan?"
"Yes, the problem now is that we can't contact Master Huan!"
The locker room suddenly became noisy again.
Because of the commotion, no one even heard the hurried footsteps outside the door.
It wasn't until the locker room door was kicked open that everyone was startled.
When they saw this person appear outside the locker room, everyone was even more shocked.
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