Transmigrated Female Support: Male God, Addicted to Teasing

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He hasn't rested for a long time, but he is mentally clear and totally sleepless.

Just the night before, I watched the moth pounce on the candlelight, just for the moment of warmth. He realized in a trance, that a woman as proud as a woman, she is so smart, must have noticed something?

Even if he did n’t know that he secretly joined forces with Duan Ziyin to deal with her, he knew that he would have to find a way sooner or later, as long as he did n’t die.

And she was reluctant to kill him.

This is the woman who has always been cold-hearted, the biggest demon. When she had love, she could no longer be as casual as she once was, and when he refused to bow down to submit to her, he almost sighed with a whip.

Why is he? Sometimes he was thinking, his heart began to shake, does the woman really like him?

Her tone is always frivolous, always with a sense of flirtation. Even in the case of the two, she has never blushed and is not as delicate as an ordinary woman. Between him and her, whenever it was, silence or love, it was like a war without smoke.

Because Manshu said to him at the beginning, the so-called game, really, still brought him in.

Whether he wants it or not, in the end, he voluntarily joined the net.

He smiled bitterly, she was so proud, if she knew that she joined hands with trusted men, and that woman, when she was still as loyal as a dog, was she afraid to hate him?

Inroism must be destroyed, so let him do it.

He knew that maybe she would hate him very much, but at least, don't hate it more.

Without dependence, he can have her more completely. After all, she is too dazzling, as if she was born to be pampered by thousands, her appearance, unlike the pride and unruly of women in the world, is like a moving pearl, attracting countless followers in the night Eyes.

He was probably sick in his heart, and he wanted to have her all morbidly, shut her up, and put it in a high cabinet. The magnificent decoration on the attic, and then, the golden house hides--

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Perhaps it was too much indulgence a few days ago. In the cold winter twelfth lunar month, I ran out willingly to play a long while of snow and blew the cold wind. In addition to the recent sluggish mood, even with internal protection, it is inevitable to be infected with wind chill.

Supporting a woman who had already vomited, she lay down on the bed, and Jing Si frowned with distress. "Master, why are you doing this? Is it good to put it down? Don't be embarrassed to be yourself, OK?

For the first time, she said what she was saying, staring at Su Kui with her eyes straight.

Upon hearing this, Su Kui smiled lightly, and her face was pale, and her red lips had lost her blood color on weekdays. The white lining was worn on the body, without the full disguise of the weekdays. Now, she is more like a normal girl.

She smiled very beautifully, Jing Si always knew.

But her previous smile always meant something unknown. The dark light hidden under her eyes seemed to be thinking about anything anytime, anywhere. Not as pure and clean as it is now, the eyes of Jing Si suddenly turned red.

Su Kui sneered, "What's the matter with you? It's just that I'm infected with the wind and cold, and I don't die the next moment. I wipe my tears. I always don't like people crying in front of me. Do you not understand?"

"I ..." Jing Si opened his mouth and wiped the wetness of the corners of his eyes, "Yes, yes, slave-servant does not cry."

Waiting for her for a long time, knowing that she does not like separation, not sad, every day with a smile, listening to the performance of male pets, singing and laughing.