Chapter 15: Can Lord Zhan stop being so nasty?

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When the car stopped, a slender body got out of the car, a black (color) knee-length windbreaker, as if it was still a sloppy look, but there was a breath that filled his bones, chilling, creepy and terrifying. +++ Catino Novel Network EbookFREE.me
By the side of the street, the girl's figure was like a dilapidated and withered flower, and his eyes were almost stained with blood stains.
He walked over and picked her up personally.
She has been unconscious.
But when she picked her up, her lips seemed to move.
He condensed his eyebrows and approached to listen.
That was...
"……grass."
Rong Zhan's eyes twitched faintly: "..."
How angry is she? I didn't forget to curse when I was in a coma.
He stroked her beautiful but extremely pale face, (thin bao) lips lightly opened, and his tone couldn't hear any emotions, "That's enough to curse people? Why, Lao Tzu... Wasn't it enough that night? ?"
That's what he said.
But wherever his narrow eyes went, he looked at the scars on her body that touched the mood, and his eyes were cold.
Especially when he touched the villa she came out of in the distance, he smiled suddenly, and it was so dark.
These idiots!
The woman who dared to move him didn't see if she was qualified!
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When Sang Xia woke up again, the first reaction was that she felt her whole body tight and breathing slowly, until she lowered her head and saw her whole body wrapped like a mummy. She was dazed for a moment, and then she reacted.
She was beaten before.
It can be seen that someone saved her.
However, she logically said, shouldn't she be in the hospital?
What's going on right now?
Sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, half blocked by curtains and plunged into shadows.
And in that shadow, there was a person standing Yingyingchuuchuo.
The man smoked by the window, the lighter ignited a small blue flame, and his slender, white fingers lightly gathered the flame, and the dim red light appeared between the fingers, as if it was a thin light at sunrise.
Sang Xia was startled.
After realizing who it was, his breathing suddenly became tight, a little hurried and confused.
It's terrible.
She can know who that person is just by seeing the vague figure.
It's really lingering.
He leaned against the wall, with smoke between his fingers, and the light of the orchid flickered. He couldn't see his look (color), but he could set off a little mystery and ghost.
"Woke up?"
He looked over with a faint and lazy look, and his voice that had just smoked was dull with a sense of (sexual xg).
Sang Xia hadn't moved, but he was keenly aware.
Although Sang Xia didn't want to talk to him, she knew she couldn't put it on anymore, and she turned her head silently and looked away.
this moment.
Sang Xia was a little embarrassed.
Faced with a person who humiliated herself, embarrassed herself, and occupied her own body, she was disgusting and hated, but it happened that she was the most embarrassed and most miserable scene, and was watched by him arbitrarily.
Being rescued by him, it would be better to be still on the side of the road in the rain, homeless.
Rong Zhan's vision is complicated.
He squeezed out the cigarette butt, approached her, tried to say something, but saw Sang Xia suddenly speak, "Rong Zhan, I know you want to play with me. I think I played with your friend's emotions and want to avenge me, but..."
She paused, and her fingers curled up like nothing. This small movement exposed (exposed) her anxiety and guard against him. She slowly said, "But, recently, I am afraid that (body shen) body I feel unwell, so can you..."
What can it be? No need to say more later.
Everyone knows.
Rong Zhan's demon is perverted (sexual xg), she is not unconcerned.
Let's make it clear to him now that if he wants to come, he won't care if she is injured.
Rong Zhan listened unhurriedly, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips, a little cold, Sang Xia couldn't see it.
"Can you please?"
Sang Xia held her breath: "..."
He was very clear.
"Can you not let Lao Tzu...(gan gan) you?" He smirked evilly, deliberately using that kind of Chi Guoguo language to stimulate her.