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Chapter 300 This President’s Painting Style Is Wrong (63)

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Yelin felt distressed and lightly rubbed Hua Qianxi's painful spot.

His jaw throbbed.

Hua Qianxi's small head must also be very painful.

However, Hua Qianxi patted Yelin's big hand away, and held Yelin's cheeks arrogantly and arrogantly. Under the man's astonished expression, she ruthlessly pointed at those two thin lips that made her dream. kissed down.

Blame him.

It was he who made her uneasy.

Hua Qianxi bit and demanded as if venting her anger, which was regarded as punishment for this man.

Ye Lin was only a little stunned for a while, and then turned back to the customer again.

Holding Hua Qianxi's little head tightly, it was even more frantic to plunder.

Ye Lin has no reason to give up the delicious food delivered to her door.

The night is still long.

Both Ye Lin and Hua Qianxi seemed to have had a bizarre dream.

Once some flames are ignited, they are out of control...

……

Hua Qianxi sat up.

There are spots on the white neck.

Facing the mirror, Hua Qianxi stretched out her little hand to touch the little red marks as if lost in her soul.

Her scripts seem to have become a mess.

All the plots did not go forward step by step according to Hua Qianxi's wish, on the contrary, they all seemed to have been derailed, rampaging in Hua Qianxi's unknown distance.

Hua Qianxi sighed and rubbed her sore waist.

She admits it.

She wants to withdraw from this plane, and I am afraid that she will not be able to complete this task.

The sheets that were originally clean and tidy were already full of wrinkles, and there were spots that made people blush and heartbeat...

Silently told Hua Qianxi how impulsive she was last night.

The other side is empty.

The man who seemed to have turned into a beast last night had disappeared.

Hua Qianxi narrowed her lost eyes, and really wanted to scold "a scumbag".

"Qianxi, are you hungry? Come and eat!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door.

That man seemed to be born with an inexplicable magic power. His loud shout made Hua Qianxi swallow all the loss and insecurity, and the satisfaction instantly filled Hua Qianxi's whole heart.

"Understood." Hua Qianxi's red lips parted slightly, only to realize how hoarse her voice was.

The door was pushed open.

Ye Lin leaned against the door frame lazily and comfortably.

He was wearing a pink apron around his narrow waist, which made Hua Qian fascinated, which looked very inconsistent, especially with two oily handprints on the kitten's face on the apron...

Hua Qianxi suddenly felt very funny.

He grinned his lips, but covered the corners of his lips in pain, as if bitten by this stinky man.

Following the traction of Hua Qianxi, a little bit of bright red glows outward.

Hua Qianxi gently rubbed the corners of her lips with her fingertips, and glared at the man at the door angrily: "It's really a dog."

Hua Qianxi cursed in a low voice, she didn't seem angry.

Ye Lin's eyes drifted down along Hua Qianxi's frown, and landed on the corners of her red lips.

Feeling a little nervous for no reason, Ye Lin walked forward a few steps, leaned over and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her thumb against Hua Qianxi's lips, and said apologetically, "I lost control, I'm sorry."

Some taste sweet like poppies.

Ye Lin couldn't stop.

"It's not your fault..."

Hua Qianxi looked away angrily again, letting Yelin caress her lips.

Itchy.

Hua Qianxi knew that she was also enjoying it.

(End of this chapter)