Madam Dihao is not good

"..."

"Here, or this?"

He pressed it tentatively, and felt Bai Yunshang's feet shrink back to confirm her twisted position.

"Be patient, it hurts..." He rubbed and rubbed, and called her, "Yunshang?"

Suddenly, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he twisted hard, and Bai Yunshang cried out in pain unexpectedly, feeling as if his bones had been snapped abruptly. [

In fact, the pain is bearable, but too defenseless...

Sikong Zeye put down her foot, raised her chin: "Do you know it hurts?"

Bai Yunshang turned her face away.

He turned back again: "Would you dare to jump out of the window next time?"

"..."

"Why do you always make yourself so scarred." He touched her head with his head, his voice lowered a bit, "How can I feel relieved if I can't take care of myself so well?"

Bai Yunshang gently took his hand away: "The reason for my injury has always been only one person...Mr. Sikong, you know it all too well."

In her dream, she dreamed [-] million times of Sikong Zeye coming back to find her.

Then she happily rushed into his arms and snuggled up to him: Sawano, you really haven't forgotten me, you came to find me.

But when this day became reality, she could only avoid him like a beast.

The door of the ward was closed, and Sikong Zeye unzipped her back zipper and took off her long skirt...

She was carried into the bathtub, and the full warm water overflowed because of the two people entering.

The mist was thick.

The bodies of the two are so familiar, just getting close, they both have strange reactions.

This kind of reaction made the surrounding atmosphere quickly become slutty and erotic.

"I wash it myself!" Bai Yunshang looked at the masculine symbol propped up on his crotch, "Get out for me."

"Don't worry, you still have injuries on your head, I won't attack a patient."

"I wish you the best of luck doing what you say."

Sikong Zeye stared at her: "When have I not done what I told you?" [

"Too much."

"Like?"

"Too many to remember."

"...There are so many? Why can't I remember any of them."

"That's why Mr. Sikong is so forgetful, please go away... don't touch me!" She opened his hand forcefully, shrunk at the end of the bathtub, and asked with a sneer, "Is it going to start again? How long have you been playing? You really deserve to be father and son and brothers, does the whole family like to play this game..."