Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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The sight was so dark that he couldn't see her.

"Ling Ling, I'll help you undress." He raised his hand and helped her unbutton the buttons one by one.

Feng Lingxue didn't refuse again, and let him take off her clothes.

The dress fell on the carpet, and Xuan Ying didn't raise his hand anymore. He whispered, "Can you take it out yourself?"

She had little trousers left.

Feng Lingxue said nothing and took off her underwear. She lifted her feet and went to the shower to take a shower.

Xuan Ying stood in place and didn't step forward. When a person's sight turned to darkness, his hearing would be very sharp. He heard the sound of "wow-la-la" flowing from the frosted glass door.

Although he worked hard to get rid of distractions and not think about it, a healthy, good-looking man listened to the sound of a beloved woman taking a bath, and there was a little bit of awkwardness, and Xuan Ying's healthy waist was numb.

There was a "bang", and a loud noise came from inside.

"Ling Ling, what's wrong, is it wrestling?"

Xuan Ying's complexion changed, and he immediately opened his long legs and walked in.

Feng Lingxue didn't wrestle. She went to get the bottle of shampoo, but the bottle slammed on the ground.

She just wanted to squat down to pick it up. Xuan Ying had come over, and he reached out his big palm to buckle her.

Feng Lingxue quickly took two steps back, this time her calf reached the edge of the bathtub, and the whole person planted backward.

"what!"

Feng Lingxue called out.

Xuan Ying immediately tore off the black cloth strips on her eyes, and leaned forward with a strong arm, hugged her lumbar limbs, and both fell into the large bathtub at the same time.

When he fell down, he took her little head to protect her in his arms, his shoulder hit the edge of the bathtub, and quickly numb.

But there was no expression on his handsome face, and he stabilized his body in the water. He looked down at the woman in his arms, "Ling Ling, are you okay, have you been injured?"

Feng Ling Xueba's big small face is very white. Although she is a bit sick, she is as clear as jade and born with beautiful qualities.

She raised watery eyes and looked at Xuan Ying, wet like a frightened fawn.

The powdery lips opened slightly, and her wet hair rested on her half-scented incense shoulder, indescribably touching.

Xuan Ying glanced at her, her dark eyes stagnated.

Now that both were in the water, he clasped her incense shoulders and felt a smooth, silky touch in his palm.

His eyes went down uncontrollably ...

Feng Lingxue quickly pushed him away, and the whole person was buried in the milk rose petal bath, revealing only a small head.

Xuan Ying realized she was out of control. "Sorry, I'll call a maid."

As soon as he spoke, his voice was very hoarse.

Feng Lingxue looked at him, and he got up and left.

He took off the black trench coat outside, a black shirt inside, loose two shirt buttons, and now wet against his waist, deep V, strong chest muscles on both sides like barriers, tied by black belt With a narrow waist and long legs below, this wild and charming figure is like a male model just off the international T stage, and each one is enough to lick the screen.

Wet-body seduction-confusion, can also refer to men.

His sharp short hair was wet and lying on his forehead. Half of Zhang Jun's face was like an artist's sketch, so beautiful.

But he was still wearing that silver mask.

Feng Lingxue held out his small hand and took off the silver mask on the half of his face.

As soon as his face was empty, the staggered scabbard scars were exposed to the air, and Xuanying completely froze.

He knew how ugly he was now.

In the past three years, he only dared to look into the mirror in the dark, and felt like a ghost who could only hide in the dark.

He didn't dare let anyone see.

Even dare not let her see.

His dark-colored glazed eyes hit her black eyes all at once, and she was looking at the scar on his face.

He clearly saw her take a sip of air, and her black and white pupils slowly overflowed ... terrified.

Feng Lingxue stepped back, backed up, and backed up a little bit.

She was away from him.

His ugly appearance scared her.

Xuan Ying's throat was dumb, unprepared, and his head was stunned. "Ling Ling, don't be afraid, I ..."

He reached out her hand.

"Ah!" Feng Lingxue screamed, covering her own small head and hiding aside, afraid to look at him again.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I ... I'll go, I'll go now ... I'm sorry ..."

Xuan Ying quickly got up and stepped out of the bathtub. The silver mask fell on the carpet. He lowered his tall body to pick it up.

The slender fingertips were shaking, picking up a few times before picking up.

The dark-colored eyes gradually turned red, and he had never been so embarrassed in his life.

Even let her see the scar on his face.

This is not only an ugly face, but more like Gillian's years. His hesitant, restless, inferior, and troubled minds were all exposed to her eyes.

There was no ability to give her better then, always afraid she would leave.

When he was able, he tortured her and humiliated her.

He was so distorted, extreme, selfish, narrow-minded, not because he hadn't trusted her, but from the beginning, he had doubted her.

But in the most difficult years, she still did not let go of his hand.

He is the worst person.

I can only live in the dark.

Not qualified to have such a beautiful woman.

"I'm going out first," he said hoarsely, then pulled away his long legs and left.

Walking to the door, the big palm caught the doorknob, and he wanted to open it.

At this moment, "Wow," Feng Lingxue got up, and she rushed to hug his healthy waist directly from behind.

Xuan Ying's tall and erect body suddenly froze.

Feng Lingxue hugged him vigorously, with two small hands up and hugging his heroic shoulders. She tried to pinch her toes, and her red lips touched his right half cheek, and kissed him gently. Scar.

Xuanying's ink-colored pupils contracted violently, the muscles hardened into pieces, and he was gradually breathing.

respite.

Her soft kisses fell on his scratched scar, and they kissed one by one, even she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked his knife.

How many days and nights of these years has drowned him from the burning pain on his face, and now her soft and pitying kiss smoothed everything out.

Xuan Ying lowered Junmei's eyebrows heavily, breathing down, undulating, the silver mask in his hand fell, and fell on the carpet.

He stretched out his palm slowly, holding the soft little hand that came up around him, and his sturdy body turned around. He pulled a clean towel and wrapped it around her weak little fragrant shoulder, afraid she might catch cold.

"Ling Ling ... don't treat me well ..."

The two were stuck together, breathing entangled.

Xuan Ying whispered to her, with a fragile begging, don't treat him well ...

Feng Lingxue stomped her toes and kissed the scar on his face again.

Xuan Ying couldn't bear it, her face turned, her thin lips covered her soft lips.