Chapter 232 (1/2)

Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION

Qiao Hanye was tall and strong. He lanjin was being tortured by him until she was panting and paralyzed in his arms. Her gaze fell on his shoulder, and she scratched him until she was covered in wounds.

She was so shy that she crawled into his arms and bit him lightly with her small mouth.

“Mrs. Qiao. ” Qiao Hanye was bitten by her. It did not hurt or Itch, but it was filled with a sweet feeling. He hugged her and refused to let go. His thin lips pressed against her ear and asked, “how do you feel? ”

“Qiao Hanye. ” He lanjin was asked by him. She clenched her little pink fist and pounded it on his chest. Her long legs crossed and pressed the man down.

“Ah. ” The next second, she was pulled into his arms. He kissed the tip of her nose and looked at her. “Does it still hurt? ”

He lanjin was so irritated by his question that her face turned red. Qiao Hanye could not help but laugh. He said in a low voice, “is that so? I see that your physical strength is quite good now. You can still fight for another 300 rounds. ”

She hurriedly raised her head and pressed her lips against his thin lips, not letting him say another word.

“since Mrs. Qiao is so physically strong, I wonder if you can go grill some meat for me? ” Qiao Hanye asked in a low voice, as if he was deliberately trying to distract her.

As she listened, she quickly put on her clothes and said domineeringly, “just you wait, I’ll feed you right away. ”

“…”Qiao Hanye lay there and watched her leave. He looked at her figure with tenderness in his eyes …

He lanjin walked out of the tent. The cold wind blew. She strode forward, took out some meat and spread it out. She dripped some oil on the charcoal and lit it with a lighter. Her movements were very skillful, and she did not look like a rich young lady at all.

While she was busy, she suddenly saw that the ground covered with thin snow suddenly circled around where she was standing, forming a bright red heart shape. The red color of this level rose up in the wind, turning into the red of a snowy mountain.