Chatper 153 (2/2)

Xiong Miao pushed twice, and even her palms began to feel hot.

His kiss deepened, and Xiongmei felt his loss of control.

No, you can't!

Xiong Miao can't breathe, and he is about to suck up all the oxygen.

She desperately wanted to escape, and grabbed at her hands helplessly.

Grabbing a thin cloth, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, I pulled it hard.

Something is missing.

Zhan Yeling raised his eyebrows and let go of her.

As soon as he got the air, Xiong Miao took greedy gulps of breath, fixed his eyes a little, and saw Zhan Yeling's cold face and flirtatious pupils.

He stared at her as cold as frost for a few seconds, then slowly lowered his head.

Xiong Miao's gaze also followed his lowered gaze.

Seeing this, she was so scared that she stopped breathing for two seconds, and then the blood all over her body rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

What did she just catch?

A bath towel around his waist!

Ripped off by her.

Lost……

"Ah!" The next second, Xiong Miao opened his mouth wide and screamed. Immediately cover your eyes with your hands.

Hot eyes, hot eyes, too hot eyes.

"Shut up!" The man's displeased voice was extremely hoarse.

Xiong Miao closed his mouth and dared not make a sound.

"I, I didn't do it on purpose, do you believe it?" She was so nervous that her tongue was tied.

She really didn't mean it.

"What do you think?" The man's magnetic voice was deep and pleasant.