The evil female's soft waist makes the interstellar boss unable to sleep at night

Chapter 142 The words of tiger and wolf
The hot lips moved on Saint Anlan's neck, making him feel itchy and hot.

She pushed Pusheyuan away, but he still pounced on her.

She tried to wake him up, "Pusheyuan, calm down."

Before she could finish her words, her lips were covered by someone.

She made a few "hmm" sounds, but the other party didn't respond at all.

Pushe Yuan came with great force this time, crashing down from the sky like a surging ocean wave, making it difficult for her to breathe.

However, Pushe Yuan did not end there. He hugged Sheng Anlan tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones.

Sheng Anlan only felt a sharp pain in her ribs, which was completely different from Pushe Yuan's attitude towards her before.

She felt that Pushe Yuan's illness seemed to be much worse than before.

She tried to enter Pusheyuan's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, but it was a mess with all kinds of scenes, forming a ball of mud in his mind.

In such a chaotic scene, even if Saint Anlan wanted to calm things down, he felt like he had no idea where to start.

Apart from the time he just came through, this was the first time that Saint Anlan felt that he had no idea how to deal with his scattered mental power.

She could feel that her mental strength was much stronger than before, but she just couldn't heal the person in front of her.

Is there any difference between a manic phase and a mental turmoil?

While Saint Anlan was deep in thought, Pushe Yuan's eyes had gone from spitting blood to being completely bloodshot, like a human-shaped puppet that had completely lost control and had no conscious control.

Her beautiful peacock blue eyes had completely lost their beauty and turned gray.

A dazzling pearl was covered in dust before Saint Anlan's eyes.

Thinking of Yan Jin's words, Sheng Anlan cooperated with Pushe Yuan, but he completely lost control this time.

Sheng Anlan sighed secretly and could only break free from his restraints before making any plans.

However, her resistance aroused Pushe Yuan's strong possessive desire. His eyes became more burning and his movements became more bold.

He grabbed her collar and pulled it apart.

When the "crisp" tearing sound was heard, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the house.

Saint Anlan was stunned when he heard this. Didn’t he instruct the cat-eared servant to guard outside the door and not let anyone in?

Her body stiffened, and before she could react, her snow-white, round shoulders were exposed from the torn clothes.

Without any clothes to cover me, the cold wind blew, bringing a bone-chilling chill.

However, the next second, a hot and humid breath lingered on it.

Saint Anlan was feeling both hot and cold at the moment. He was worried about the sudden movement outside, but he was unable to push away the person who had already lost control.

Amidst the chaos, the man's footsteps became faster and faster.

Finally stopped in front.

Sheng Anlan felt like he wanted to die.

The scene before me was not a good one.

But the visitor seemed very calm.

Through the dim light, Saint Anlan could vaguely see the figure of a person.

He was wearing a blue robe and had a fair and handsome face. Even when he saw such a chaotic scene, his expression did not change.

Saint Anlan closed his eyes again and again, not knowing how to face this extremely socially mortal scene.

Yan Jin glanced at it lightly and was about to leave.

Sheng Anlan endured it for a moment and decided to call the person back, "Yan Yanjin, wait a moment."

There was a trembling and a hint of panic in Saint Anlan's voice. Although he spoke haltingly, he managed to get the words out.

"Don't go yet, Pushe Yuan. He's a little abnormal." Upon hearing this, Yan Jin walked over, took out an inhibitor injection from the medicine box, pulled it open, and skillfully injected it into the back of Pushe Yuan's neck.

Under the effect of the medicine, Pushe Yuanben's still vigorous body fell down instantly.

Sheng Anlan breathed a sigh of relief at first, but when she saw Yan Jin's figure, she felt a little embarrassed and wanted to cover herself.

After what Pushe Yuan did just now, there were few good pieces of fabric left on her body.

But after looking around, she found nothing to block her.

In the narrow space, she began to feel awkward again.

Even though they were "frank with each other" last time, Sheng Anlan still felt a little embarrassed and shy when facing Yan Jin.

Just as she was thinking about whether to come up with a solution, a blue robe suddenly fell from the sky and covered her.

A cool and refreshing fragrance emanated from her nose, along with the warmth of the other person carried in his clothes that had not yet dissipated.

With the cover of clothes, Saint Anlan felt much less uncomfortable. She glanced at the person in front of her.

He took off his coat and was wearing a white T-shirt underneath.

The color is very simple, but it looks good on him even through his back.

At this moment, he was carefully examining the person lying in front of him, his eyes focused.

Seeing him examining Pushe Yuan, Sheng Anlan adjusted his blue robe and walked over: "How is Pushe Yuan?"

"You won't die for the time being." The other party's tone was flat, but his words were somewhat shocking.

This made Saint Anlan a little nervous, "Is he serious?"

Yan Jin helped him onto the bed and carefully took off Pushe Yuan's shoes. He said, "He's lucky this time. If he keeps silent like he did today, I don't know what will happen next time."

Saint Anlan was shocked when he heard this: "Hold it?"

"You mean he's been hiding his illness? Why would he do that?"

Sheng Anlan was a little confused. If it were before, he was worried that others would know that he was sick, but now he was in the princess's mansion and Yan Jin was right next to him. He couldn't call him if there was anything.

Yan Jin was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Maybe he's afraid that you'll dislike him because of this."

Saint Anlan paused after hearing this, "What do you hate about him?"

Yan Jin didn't answer this time.

When Saint Anlan saw that he didn't reply, he knew that there would be no result if he continued asking.

She changed the subject and asked, "So what should we do with him now? Will he be fine after a good night's sleep?"

Thinking that Yan Jin was a doctor, Sheng Anlan thought about it and decided to tell him about Pushe Yuan's condition when he fell ill just now.

Yan Jin's expression did not change when he heard this, as if he was not surprised by what Sheng Anlan said.

"Just taking suppressants and sleeping won't solve his problem now. He still needs the princess's help." After a pause, Yan Jin looked at the person on the bed and said to Sheng Anlan.

Before Saint Anlan could say anything, he added something else, as if explaining to Saint Anlan: "His poison has penetrated deep into his brain. Only the princess's high-level mental power can quell his riot."

"But I just used my mental power to soothe him, and it didn't have much effect."

"Did the princess directly enter his spiritual consciousness to comfort him?"

Saint Anlan nodded.

"The princess should use her spiritual power to soothe during lovemaking."

Saint Anlan: “?”

What kind of vicious words were these? Yan Jinshui blurted them out so clearly.

(End of this chapter)