Abstinence Admiral Don't Bite, the Softer Mermaid Top Thug

Chapter 116 Xiaoyu, Don’t Do This to Me

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Lianbai, who was tied to the chair, had his Adam's apple rolling, and his dark and hot eyes were still fixed on her. It was unclear whether he enjoyed being stepped on or scolded by her, but he couldn't help but let out a somewhat confused groan.

The lights in the box seemed to be deliberately dimmed, with a gradient breathing light control from bright to dark.

It seemed as if even his own breathing frequency and breathing weight were controlled by Jing Weiman's slender and soft arch of the foot.

She has the final say.

Jing Weiman was half leaning against the wall, with his head slightly tilted, watching coldly. Soon, he moved up gently and disrespectfully, pressing on his thin, tough and undulating waist and abdominal muscles.

Looking at the new scar across his waist, he sneered in a vague manner, "Oh, wrong, it should be Dirty Cat."

Lu Lianbai's hands were shackled behind the chair by his shirt which was twisted into a bundle. His arms were slowly tightening, exerting enough force to reveal clear muscle lines.

He pulled and shook it slightly two or three times, as if trying to free his hands to catch the slender ankle that was crushed against him.

But when he saw her glance at his shaking arm, Lu Lianbai almost immediately gave up struggling.

But his senses were still boiling, he was wrapped in the sweet fragrance he relied on, wanting to get closer, wanting to kiss, wanting...

But Xiaoyu always leaned against the wall in front of the chair indifferently, watching his depression with cold eyes, and was unwilling to give him any help at all.

There was a strong and lingering passion burning in Lu Lian's white eyes, and he spoke hoarsely.

"Xiaoyu, don't do this to me."

Jing Weimian lowered her eyelashes and stared at his fake face, seemingly unmoved: "What?"

Lu Lianbai started calling her in confusion again, because his hands were tied and he couldn't move, but he still wanted to touch Jing Weiman, so he bent down as much as possible and lowered his head to explore.

Finally, he touched Jing Weiman's thin legs. His breath was so hot, and he rubbed his face against them, as if he had found a source of clear water in a long-dried desert.

He tilted his head slightly, opened his mouth and grabbed her smooth, white knees and legs, almost sucking the skin red.

If Lu Lianbai was awake at this time, he would easily find that Jing Weiman seemed indifferent and leaning against the wall, but because the surroundings were almost filled with the violent and boiling spirit of human beings, the heat of the air had nowhere to hide.

This caused Jing Weimian to feel like a mermaid being roasted on lava, and the hands hanging by her side trembled slightly.

But she never showed any intention of withdrawing. Instead, she allowed the human to hold her knees and legs and kiss them all the way.

Unable to withstand the high temperature, one side of its calf was burned and gradually grew thin pink soft scales. Instinctively, it trembled and expanded as if eager to absorb the sea water, but was instead greedily sucked by humans and snatched up the scales one by one.

Jing Weimian narrowed his eyes slightly, bit the corner of his lip slightly, and asked in a slightly uneasy voice, "Even after all this, you still refuse to release your spirit body?"

Jing Weimian dragged the man from outside into the box, just wanting to take this opportunity to see what kind of state Lu Lianbai's spiritual body had been ruined by himself, so he deliberately did not give him the healing breath, allowing him to have a mental breakdown and a high fever.

What was unexpected was that even after this, Lu Lianbai was still unable to release his spiritual body.

This is not common sense.

Is it because the spiritual body has been severely injured and cannot be released?

When Jing Weiman thought about how her spouse had treated her like this without her permission during her absence for six months, her eyes became even colder.

Finally, she leaned over, raised her hand and tugged at the stubble of his hair, forcing him to lift his head. She then ripped off the realistic mask on his face and stared at him coldly. "You're so capable, Lu Lianbai. You chased the baby away and you don't recognize me. So who are you kissing now?"

Lu Lianbai's throat rolled over him, and without thinking, he shouted, "Little Fish."

His gaze fell uncontrollably on her lips, and he wanted to lean over to touch them, but Jing Weimian grabbed his hair and wouldn't let him get close to her cheek. Lu Lianbai's breathing became heavier and hotter. He said, "Xiaoyu, it hurts," and rubbed the inside of her wrist in confusion, whispering, "Don't leave me."

When Jing Weimian heard the last sentence, the fingers that were pulling his hair stiffened slightly, and he unconsciously loosened his grip.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Lianbai's nose and lips rubbed back and forth on her wrist, even trying to bury his slightly tilted face in her palm, and said in a low voice, "I miss you so much."

Jing Weimian's throat was dry: "Miss me?"

His dry lips kissed her fingertips, so cherishingly, "I miss you so much every day."

"You talk nicely now, but when you're clear-headed, you'll put on another front, right?"

Jing Weimian said and pulled his hand back coldly. As a result, Lu Lianbai looked at him with a distracted look, like a beast that didn't know what it had done wrong. He raised his face slightly.

"..."

Jing Weimian's heart skipped a beat, and she only had time to curse herself in her heart, "Jing Weimian, you are hopeless." The next second, she straddled him, raised her hands to clasp the back of his neck again, and kissed him hard.

……

The lights in the box were dimmed even more dimly and softly, making it suitable for falling asleep.

This seemed to be the first time in half a year that Lu Lianbai was not troubled by the disordered and incomplete mental pain. He felt as if he was comfortably wrapped in a pool of warm and cool ocean tide, sleeping soundly until dawn.

It was like a long-awaited and extremely luxurious dream.

The pink little fish in the dream hugged him and kissed him, gave him all the comfort, and coaxed him over and over again, saying that it would never leave him.

It was as if they had never left the dreamy and beautiful Whale Island.

So when he opened his eyes again and woke up, Lu Lianbai returned to reality and found that his upper body was naked. He tilted his head slightly and looked behind the chair. His hands were tied by his shirt, and there was a torn fake mask on the ground.

I searched through the remaining memories in my mind.

He remembered that he had a high fever and was almost unconscious. Before he finally lost consciousness, it seemed that he saw Jing Weiman was going to go in to find that man, so he rushed over and hugged her from behind completely out of control.

I can't remember what happened next.

Lu Lianbai silently licked the corner of his cracked lips, and with a little effort, the knot of his shirt sleeve loosened and fell off.

He stretched out his wrinkled shirt and looked for it, but couldn't find the pink scale.

Are you unwilling to give him the scales because you are very disappointed in him?
Lu Lianbai took a long time to calm down before he had to put his clothes back on.

She lowered her eyes and stared at her slightly tense waist and abdomen. Some ambiguous touches vaguely flashed through her mind. After a moment, she pulled down the hem of her clothes.

He picked up the simulation mask on the ground and put it on again tightly. He pulled the corner of his lip slightly and returned to his heartless face.