Chapter 142 (1/2)

Shen Mo Chen sneers, sits on the bed, the evil sycophant looks at her, ”you come over, I tell you.”

Shuimiaomiao didn't believe that he was so crafty that he would tell her.

However, with the possibility that he didn't take medicine, shuimiaomiao jumped two steps and came to him.

Shen Mochen hooked her finger.

Shuimiaomiao stooped and poked his ear.

Shen Mo Chen stares at her white pure pull face, a clench teeth, one hand embraces her shoulder, turn over, press her on the bed.

He crossed his legs, knees on both sides of her body, holding her, so that she could not move.

Shuimiaomiao watched him take off his clothes. He didn't struggle any more. Anyway, he couldn't get rid of it. It was in vain.

She hasn't had dinner yet.

Shen Yimiao, is this a joke

Shen Mochen:

He had no choice but to smile, reached out, clamped her chin and said, ”I'm telling you what is the real commodity.”

”If you don't pay attention to the maintenance of daily necessities, they will break down.” Shuimiaomiao said, following his words.

Shen Mo Chen couldn't laugh or cry. She bent over and kissed her smart mouth fiercely. Without too long prelude, she bowed her back and forced her forward.

Shuimiaomiao felt pain, twisted his brow and said wrongly, ”I mean I'll be bad, really bad. Mr. Shen, be merciful.”

Shen Mo Chen looked at her face a little pale, for no reason the heart softened a bit.

”Let's have a look at that nonsense.” The words were fierce, but his movements softened and ground slowly.

Shuimiaomiao pursed his lips and did not dare to speak.

Time passes by.

The water is full of water and the mouth is wet and soft. When it is attacked by the outside world, the lubrication of self-protection is like luring the enemy in depth.

It's the abyss, it's the swamp, it's sinking.

Curved, continuous, mysterious.

Hook, uncontrollable impulse.

It's life, it's death, it's war.