Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

The purple-clothed woman's face flushed, and she didn't know whether it was shame or annoyance.

The purple-clothed woman and her companions never expected that Rong Huang would be next to them. They had said such presumptuous things before.

Seeing the power of Rong Huang with their own eyes, they dared not lift their heads and quickly left.

Rong Huang smashed his mouth, a group of fighting scum.

After taking out the broken silver and paying, Rong Huang left.

Feng Bing is now in the palace and will be back soon. She can wait for him to come back at home.

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"No more...you go away...you are not allowed to bite me..."

On the branches of the moon, even the rustling treetops seemed to be quiet.

In the main room of Qinghuaiyuan, a red candle ignited silently, making a slight crackling sound.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting an ambiguous and dim world.

Among the hanging curtains, the little girl's sobbing and sobbing sounded coquettishly and timidly, as if soaked in a big jar of honey, sweet enough to make people's hearts tight.

The eyes of the people behind him became darker.

Holding his waist with a thin callous palm, and stroking the slender butterfly bone with the other hand, Zhuang Tang's voice was hoarse and he laughed deeply.

"Zizai said that when I come back, don't talk too much."

Rong Huang's eyes were blushing, and the peach blossom-like pink color, and the light in his eyes was a squishy spring.

The dim candlelight did not enter the veil, but Zhuang Tang was able to clearly incorporate every expression of the little girl into his eyes.

"I haven't seen you in nearly four months, and you don't even say you miss me."

The man's grievances and complaints sounded in his ears, and Rong Huang's somewhat distracted eyes regrouped, "Huh?"

Zhuang Tang's eyes twitched, and his dark eyes were full of desire. Lust and petting laughter were tightly entwined, and his morbid obsession, Ling Ling almost swallowed the person in his arms.

"Do you really miss me?"

From his home till now, this little unscrupulous man has been eating and drinking, and finally he was dragged onto the bed and choked again and couldn't speak.

Zhuang Tang almost wanted to hear Rong Huang say something she missed him.

Taking advantage of the little girl's disorientation and unable to lift her strength, Zhuang Tang took the opportunity to make this request.

Rong Huang's fingertips trembled lightly, grabbing the soft pillow with his wrist and directly hitting Zhuang Tang's head, gritted his teeth and said, "You are dreaming."

This guy usually treats her as a little ancestor, and she is spoiled, but when she gets here, she becomes a beast.

Oh no, beasts are inferior.

Zhuang Tang threw the soft pillow aside, grinned, his eyes narrowed slightly.

After a long time, Zhuang Tang finally heard the words he wanted to hear.

After straightening out the little girl's slimy hair, Zhuang Tangbo kissed Rong Huang's face with a kiss, and seriously proposed, "It's still early, let's go take a bath?"

With a kick on Rong Huang's soft, thin legs, his right foot pressed against Zhuang Tang's face, preventing him from trying to move forward.

Rong Huang licked his lips, his always sweet and soft voice was a little dumb, "I want to wash it myself."

Before the sky was dark, the boyfriend started to be white, sun, and prosperous. If Rong Huang believed his words again, he would be really brainless.

Zhuang Tang straightened up somewhat disappointed, his long arms stretched over the obscene clothes in the corner and put on the draperies, and hugged the little girl to the bath.

With the sound of splashing water, Zhuang Tang lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, lay straight on the bed, raising his forearm to cover his eyes.

It's okay, it will be long in Japan.

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The next day Rong Huang slept until noon and woke up, but Zhuang Tang was not in the house.

Rong Huang yawned one after another, squinting his eyes to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, presuming that Zhuang Tang should enter the palace.