Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

[warn!warn!Players please be aware that the dungeon has crashed and the emergency exit procedure is about to start - players are requested to leave the dungeon immediately! ]
A harsh warning sounded in her head, and the repeated volume made her dizzy, [Warning!Players are asked to leave the instance immediately! ]
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Her vision was blurry for a moment. In front of her was his hand stretched out to her. The nails were neatly manicured, the joints were long and delicate, a thin layer of skin covered the bones, and the open palm had light lines.

But she couldn't help but take a step back. There was a strange paper man in the courtyard behind the steps. The warning voice in her head was repeated harshly, still urging her to leave the copy, but her reply seemed to be cut off, and she could not get a response no matter what. .

The red rope on her ankle burned her skin, almost melting the skin there. She fell to the ground and tore at the red rope frantically. The skin where it touched was still white and tender, and no injuries could be seen.

Her fingers trembled, and the knot at the joint could not be untied, and the red rope material was difficult to break. Only red marks were left on the skin of her fingers and ankles. She lowered her head, and her movements became more anxious and anxious.

Still watching his movements from the corner of her eye, he retracted his hand, crossed the threshold slowly, and squatted down in front of her again. His raven hair and the hem of his dark robe were piled up, and his knuckled palms covered hers. With his hand, he stopped her movements. The blue meridians under the cold white skin were not very obvious.

The cold voice was magnetic, "I let them go."

Her chaotic thoughts couldn't figure out what he meant by this. She raised her eyes, and the ends of her eyes filled with moisture were smudged with crimson. Big tears fell as she raised her eyes, and the tip of her nose was also slightly red.

Only the outline of his facial features could be seen clearly in her blurred vision. The heat transmitted from the nerves at his ankles weakened and was ignored by her groggy brain. Her eyelids were sore and she blinked slowly a few times. Even the weight of her long and thick eyelashes seemed to have increased. She Closing his eyes, his hands and fingers were still holding on to the red rope around his ankles, and his unconscious head slowly fell forward, being held by his palms.

The soft cheek pressed against his palm, and the soft white flesh deformed slightly.The wide palms almost covered her entire face.

The entire mansion is his puppet.

She seemed to have fallen into a bizarre dream, and a sense of violation and unreality filled her senses. She opened her eyes, and there was a soft bed underneath her. The brocade quilt on her body covered her neck, and her chin felt warm and fluffy. Along the quilt, you can faintly smell the unique warm smell after being exposed to the sun.

She sat up and someone came to help her. Her body was awake but her mind seemed not to be fully awake. A pillow was placed behind her. The hand holding her was released. She saw the obscene clothes she was wearing, and two buttons of her inner clothes were unbuttoned. The neckline is loose, and a tie is faintly exposed in the black hair.

Her long, disheveled hair was messy, with a few strands sticking up at the top, and her eyes were still a little vacant.

"Ruan Ruan?"

She heard someone calling her name, turned her head in the direction of the sound, and looked at him blankly, "Are you confused by your sleep?"

There was a smile in the low magnetic voice, and it seemed gentle. His warm palms fell on the top of her hair, rubbing her already messy hair even more messily, "If you don't eat anymore, your stomach won't be able to bear it."

As he spoke, he took the still warm vegetable and lean meat porridge from the bedside cabinet, scooped up a spoonful and fed it to her personally.

The young man's whole body was still gloomy, but it was not inconsistent with his actions. He lowered his eyes, the crow feathers were hanging down, but his eyes were filled with tenderness when he looked at her. She looked at him, still a little stunned, and said But he called, "Husband."

It seemed that he was really asleep, and he had been watching over the bed.