Chapter 2 (1/2)

”Hmmm......”

Shuoling's body is scalding. He is holding Yang Zijin in his arms and breathing fast. He will not let go even if he is killed.

Plus he has Kung Fu in the body, Yang Zijin can't escape at all, only let shuoling get it.

Shuoling turns back to the room with Yang Zijin in his arms and kicks the door tightly with a bang.

Yang Zijin wants to cry without tears. She has gone through the past 16 years. She used to have a good time. Why do you play such a joke with her now!?

Shuoling can't wait to throw Yang Zijin on the bed, then bully him

”Wait!” Yang Zijin's eyes were tearful. ”Hou ye, calm down. I'm the son of the innkeeper of Chunfeng Shili. I was born with muddy things. How can I spend a good night with you? You'd better calm down. I'll call a doctor at once to make sure that you're careful and won't let out a cent! ”

Shuoling squints, man?

Yeah?

He looked at Yang Zijin's Willow eyebrows and black eyes, delicate skin, small cherry mouth, small face with big palm, plus her delicate and thin posture, and a thin one can only be described by weak willow Fufeng. It is clear that she is a woman!

But

Shuoling tries to maintain the Qingming in her mind. She presses Yang Zijin's hands on her head, and probes into Yang Zijin's clothes directly

”Men? Well? ” Shuoling chuckled, ”you dare to cheat me.”

”I'll go to you!” Yangzijin a burst drink, forehead a lift, suddenly kowtow in shuoling's forehead, will he kowtow to release the force.

Only Yang Zijin himself is full of stars.

Yang Zijin breathes a long sigh of relief. This man, relying on himself as the Marquis, has come here in the spring wind for ten li. Anyway, they can't be aroused.

But how dare you be so blatant with her??

If it wasn't for the people who were afraid of being affected by the nine tribes in Zhulian, she would have died directly!!

That's not the end of hate!

When Yang Zijin gasped, shuoling moved again, ”how dare you...”

”Are you still awake?” Yang Zijin is shocked and pale. He gets up and grabs the wooden stool beside the table and smashes it on the back of his head

Really dead?

Yang Zijin is flustered. He turns shuoling over and probes his nose carefully.