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

Chapter 85 This technique needs practice

Saint Anlan's face turned red, and he could only look outside to ease his embarrassment.

Zuo Qian'an closed his eyes in restraint. He could feel an unknown fire burning in his heart, which would be ignited if touched a little more.

He needed extreme patience to suppress this impulse.

He clearly hated the person in front of him, but he didn't know why he wanted to get close to her at this moment.

The footsteps walked in, glanced inside the house, and then retreated.

Saint Anlan heard the door close again, she breathed a sigh of relief, tilted her head back, and struggled to get out of him.

Zuo Qian'an was already feeling uncomfortable, and this movement made his whole body burn, making him feel even more uncomfortable and unbearable.

He called out to her in a hoarse voice, "Don't move!"

Everyone had left, and Sheng Anlan was no longer willing to stay with him. He turned a deaf ear to it and said, "Still not moving. Am I letting you take advantage of me? Your skills are terrible."

He had clearly helped him, but not only did he not get anything good in return, he was also dragged by him to hide here, with his lips as cold as ice, which made Sheng Anlan very unhappy.

“Poor skills?

"Take advantage?"

She had always stared at him before, but now she actually said this to him.

Zuo Qian'an's already restless heart suddenly boiled over when he heard these words, and he was filled with anger.

"I'm taking advantage? Wasn't everything you did before just to get me?"

"what?"

When Sheng Anlan heard this, he felt as if a bolt of lightning had flashed over his head. He said this with such confidence, as if he was deliberately trying to attract his attention.

While Saint Anlan was stunned, the other party continued coldly, "Since you've put so much thought into this, I'll grant your wish today."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her, covering her lips with anger on his face.

The previous kiss was cold and without any temperature, as if kissing a piece of ice. Now this random kiss without any rules had heat, but it made her miserable.

What kind of kiss is this? People say his technique is poor but he refuses to admit it.

Saint Anlan's body was restrained and he couldn't move at all. He could only stretch out his feet and kick the other person.

The other person remained motionless and did not let go of her. Sheng Anlan had no choice but to keep trying and was about to hit his vital points.

The creaking sound of the door opening was heard again, followed by a burst of light footsteps and a low voice.

"Have you checked here?"

"Sir, we've already searched and found nothing unusual."

When Saint Anlan heard this sound, he could only retract his legs temporarily.

She glanced at the other person's face, signaling him to pay attention to what was happening outside and not to mess around.

Unexpectedly, the other party did not let her go at all and still maintained the original posture.

Sheng Anlan felt extremely miserable for a moment. If she had known this would happen, she should not have paid attention to her. She was really asking for trouble.

"Are you sure you've found it?"

An older voice sounded, with a hint of distrust in the words.

"Give me the light. This room is dim and it's good for hiding people."

As he spoke, he began to approach with heavy steps.

Sheng Anlan's heart was in his throat. He wanted the other party to stop, but he didn't move.

Saint Anlan could only force himself not to make any noise and alarm the other party.

Just at this moment, the man walked to the cabinet.

"Have you checked this cabinet?"

"I checked, and it's just some dirt." The accompanying person sounded like the one who had come into the room and taken a quick look. Perhaps he was afraid that the newcomer would know he hadn't checked the cabinets, so he just said he had.

The man didn't believe it completely. He paused for a moment, then pulled out a knife and stabbed it inside.

The sharp blade penetrated directly into the cabinet from the gap outside, and even stopped in front of Saint Anlan.

She was so frightened by the knife that she dared not breathe, but the other party's hand was dishonestly reaching into her clothes. Her face turned red and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. It took a lot of effort to hold the restless hand in place.

However, even so, he did not stop.

Fortunately, the man stabbed a few times with the knife, and nothing unusual happened. He then turned around and walked outside.

"Search carefully for me. His Royal Highness Prince Zhao was assassinated today. This matter will not be easy to get through unless the culprit is caught."

"Yes!"

The door creaked shut again.

This time there was no more noise outside. After taking a deep breath, Sheng Anlan didn't care about anything and just bent his knees and pushed towards his vital points.

Zuo Qian'an reacted quickly and dodged it.

Saint Anlan seized the opportunity and escaped from him.

Zuo Qian'an didn't expect that the other party would actually kick him. Every time she met him in the past, she would try every means to get close to him.

Today, not only did she push him away, she also hurt him.

She had been in a small space for too long, and her legs were numb when she stood up. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Zuo Qian quickly took her into his arms.

"Let me go." She finally managed to break free from him, but now he was pulling her again. Sheng Anlan scolded him without thinking.

"If I hadn't held you, you would have fallen to the ground." Zuo Qian'an explained.

Saint Anlan scoffed lightly: "Even if I fall to the ground, you don't have to touch me."

"You dislike me touching you? Didn't you always beg me to touch you before?" The other person's expression of disgust was too obvious, and Zuo Qian'an also showed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

"That was in the past. I don't want it now. Just practice your rookie skills more!"

Saint Anlan had long been unable to tolerate the other party's blind self-confidence and had been disparaging him without any hesitation.

She had wanted to say it a long time ago. The original owner was the original owner, and she was her. She couldn't admit that she was not the original owner, so she could only say that she didn't like her anymore.

"Rookie? Today I'll let you see if I'm a rookie or not."

Zuo Qian'an had heard Saint Anlan say several times today that he was not capable of doing this. How could he bear it?

He was about to let go of his hand, but then he held on tighter.

His eyes began to become hot, and his hand slid across the other person's swan-like white neck, all the way down along the neck, and then he lowered his head and leaned forward.

Sheng Anlan directly stretched out his hand and pushed him away, with a trace of contempt in his eyes: "A rookie is a rookie. Even if you try again, it won't make up for your poor skills."

As she spoke, she suddenly grinned and glanced at him up and down: "Kissing someone is like kissing an ice cube, what's the point?"

The look wasn't very hurtful, but it was very insulting.

Zuo Qian'an, who has always been competitive, felt that his status as an orc was being challenged.

He suddenly sneered and pulled the person closer, his tone revealing a hint of coldness and unwillingness to admit defeat: "Just now, because you were in the closet, your performance was affected. I will let you appreciate my style again."

"Style?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Saint Anlan laughed loudly upon hearing this, and mocked him without any hesitation: "Do you know what a kiss is?"

As she spoke, Saint Anlan moved closer to him, brought her pink lips closer to his, and kissed him.

(End of this chapter)