Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joy's good idea was to cover her own perfume with perfume. She picked a bottle of perfume that smells strong from the house of Miss worth, but did not tell me what it was for.

Mosiyu didn't expect to go up there. He thought Joey liked the taste and gave it to her generously.

In the evening, Joe Yi got up early in the morning, took a shower, closed the doors and windows, and then sprayed perfume on her body, making the room full of strong perfume. She smelled two or three sneezes.

As time went by, she sat at the head of the bed and waited patiently. She was a little nervous. Should such a strong smell cover her smell? The ghost may not come.

I have nothing to do. I play games with my mobile phone. I'm playing hard. The door opens quietly, but she doesn't know it and focuses on playing games.

Moxi Ling stepped in and stopped. In the past, when he came, Joey was always sleeping quietly. This time, he was full of energy playing with his mobile phone. He was a little stunned and looked at the woman leaning against the head of the bed.

There are not many people he has contacted. It goes without saying that these people around him are all invariable expressions. Mo Qingze is serious and always follows him on the line. Mozi is cold and cold. Even if he is joking, there is little smile on his face. Mozi Nuo is mild on the surface, but actually he is cynical. Mo Siyu is quiet, careful and cautious.

Only Joey, she's not the same.

At first, facing him, she was always afraid, crying and pleading, trembling like a poor deer, but the compulsion under the tree that night made her angry and jumped down the stairs resolutely. In the swimming pool, she was playful and cheerful when playing cards, and then now, she lowered her head to play games, focused, frowned slightly, but her eyes were shining, as if she were watching the most interesting thing in the world.

Compared with her panic and fear, of course, he prefers to see her joy. Her smile makes him feel the stretch of his heart, just like his heart has been carefully ironed, which is very comforting. He never figured out this. It's fair that her smell can help him calm the stagnant Qi in his body. Why can her smile also work on him?

Joey tried her best to speed up, pressed her fingers indiscriminately, and still lost the game. She sighed. Yu Guang glanced at the familiar figure. Her body stiffened, her mobile phone fell on the bed, and looked at the man in horror: "you, how..."

She made a sound and suddenly quickly copied a small bottle on the head cabinet and sprayed it on herself. The tiny mist floated in the air, like smoke and yarn, enveloping her in it.

Immediately he smelt a strong perfume, and choked him twice.

She was holding the perfume bottle, her face pale, staring nervously at him, and even the blue veins on her forehead were all stretched up. It seems that as long as he takes a step forward, she will fall overburdened.

Mexico brushed the dislike perfume and walked slowly towards her.

Joey sat motionless with a dull expression, but as soon as he arrived, she immediately raised her hand and sprayed at him.

But the man moved faster than her. Joy just felt a huge pain in her wrist, and the perfume bottle landed, and his big hand had been pinched around her neck.

Although he couldn't read her heart, if he couldn't guess why she acted like this, it wouldn't be moxiling.

He felt angry because she wanted to cover up her smell. She was resisting and she wanted to escape. She has been very obedient these days, and he is still satisfied. Unexpectedly, she is making a false promise.

He hates deception most. Deception is the bad root of human beings, even her.

Joey's face was as white as a piece of paper. She knew that if it broke down and angered a ghost, it would come to no good end. Pinching her big hand, she sank into her neck bit by bit. A strong sense of suffocation hit her. The oxygen in her lungs was quickly extracted. Her eyes were about to burst and her face was purple.

Joey regretted. Mo Qingze was right. Obedience has nothing to do. Disobedience will end badly.

She wanted to beg for mercy, but he stuck her neck and couldn't make a sound.

Is she dying? Die in the hands of a ghost! Then she became a ghost, how ridiculous!

Endless darkness came up, and the feeling of death was so clear and strong, but in an instant, a trace of fresh breath sucked into her nose, and the man let go.

Joey opened her mouth wide and breathed too fast, causing her to cough violently. Her mind was still in chaos. She suddenly felt her body empty and tilted again. She was clamped in her arms by a man and entered the bathroom.

The man's action was so rude that he almost threw her to the ground. With a "Chi La", Joey's light Pajama cracked from the middle and fell softly to the ground.

Joey's scalp was numb, screamed and covered his chest. He looked at the man in great fear. His eyes were full of fear and begging. His naked body was exposed in the air and trembled slightly.

The man's face was cold and his hands didn't stop. He tore off the only shelter on her. The small elastic pants pulled a red mark on her soft skin. Joey screamed again and divided a hand under her. She was afraid to let her cry recklessly: "I'm wrong, please don't do this. Let me go. I'm wrong, I'm afraid I won't dare again... Sobbing..."

She cried so bitterly that the man was not moved. He took off the shower head, turned on the water and sprayed it at her.

Although it was early summer, the cold water hit her, but it was bitterly cold. Joey was dishevelled and embarrassed. She wanted to escape, but her feet seemed to have roots and could not move. The whole person seemed to have cramps and trembled constantly. The voice was intermittent and gradually became weak.

"Spare me... No, I dare not, no more, I dare not..."

In the end, she only mechanically wriggled her mouth, but there was no sound. His eyes were distracted and his body shook like chaff, as if he could fall at any time.

All the time, the smell dispersed. The man pulled a bath towel, wrapped her in his arms, took it to the room and threw it on the sofa, then opened the doors and windows, threw the quilt, sheet and pillow out of the door, quickly changed a new set, and finally entered the bathroom.

Joey didn't dry the water, the window was wide open, the wind blew in, and the exposed arms and legs immediately got goose bumps.

She was so cold that she shrank into a ball. She didn't dare to climb into bed. In addition, she was weak and had to endure.

The water in the bathroom kept ringing. Joey guessed that moxiling was taking a bath. It was funny that a ghost had to take a bath.

What's more funny is that he is obviously so unbearable, but he still has the heart to think about such unimportant things.

But a man taking a bath means... Some pictures flashed through her mind, panic and despair, and slowly closed her eyes.

If you can't escape, you can only be pressed by ghosts

Soon, the water stopped. The man came out and looked at the trembling woman on the sofa, frowning slightly.

How stupid it is. It's so cold that I don't know how to climb into bed and lie down!

Hearing the footsteps approaching slowly, Joey couldn't pretend to be dead and opened his eyes.

The man's face was cold, his neat short hair was stained with a few drops of water, and he had a bath towel around his waist. His eyes looked at her cold and sharp.

Joey heard his voice tremble: "what are you doing?"

The man didn't answer. He bent down, copied his hand, picked her up and put her on the bed. He also lay down, his face close to her neck. After a while, he looked up and looked at her suspiciously.

Joey felt numb when he looked at him and trembled more and more.

His big hand pressed on her shoulder and said coldly, "don't shake any more."

Joey nodded hurriedly and replied in a dry voice, "no, shake."

The answer was like that, but she couldn't control it at all. Instead, she trembled even more.

Joey was very worried. For fear of irritating him again, he had to pinch himself under the quilt to calm himself down.

But the hand under the quilt was held by him and frowned: "are you afraid?"

Joey cried, "I can't stop. Why don't you beat me up."

The man looked at her for a moment and asked, "who told you to do this?"

Joey lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled endlessly: "no one, it's myself..."

"Obedience won't suffer."

"I was wrong."

The man looked at her quietly for a while and said, "if I give you another chance, do you know what to do?"

"Know, know." Joey's voice was as thin as a mosquito, shaking his hands over his chest and sliding slowly down his tight and thick muscles.

A little surprise flashed in the man's eyes, but he didn't stop her.

Soon, Joey's hand touched the edge of the bath towel. She was shivering with cold, but now she was as hot as a piece of red charcoal. The heart in her chest beat violently, as if she would rush out of her throat if she wasn't careful.

When Joey lived to be twenty, he took the initiative to pull out a man for the first time, and the man was still a ghost. She was nervous, scared and shy, her fingers seemed weak, and she didn't untie her bath towel for a long time.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly turned her over and put his face close to her neck. Joey felt that his breath was a little short and heavy, and his neck was surrounded by his hot breath.

His lips were not as cold as before, but slightly cold, and his hands around his waist became warm.

For a long time, the man uttered a sigh, like a sigh of comfort after satisfaction.

His low sweet voice rang in his ear: "that's good."

Joy heard the joy in his voice and was relieved to know that the robbery was finally over!

After a while, the man said, "you can't escape. Unless I let go, I won't spare you next time."

"No, there won't be another time." Joey hastened to make a statement and added a flattering sentence: "it's my fault. Forgive me."

The voice was soft and coquettish. The man's heart was slightly rippling, and his nose gently hummed: "sleep."