"Okay, let's put it on, doesn't it mean that time is running out?" S didn't hesitate, although he didn't like everything about Lu Muchen, he still treated her with [-]% patience.

"Well, I'll change it, and you can too..." Sheng Zhixia was about to go to the cloakroom to change, but S followed him: "I'll help you change..."

"Eh..." Sheng Zhixia didn't expect it, S's face was a little strange, and he pushed her lightly: "What are you thinking? Don't tell me whether I want to see you, so what if I do? The zipper of this skirt is not easy to zip, I'll help you."

He said it with confidence, and he was still deliberately covering it up.

Sheng Zhixia wanted to laugh, but in the end she changed the dress in front of him. Lu Muchen's taste is good, the dress seemed tailor-made for her. In the floor-to-ceiling mirror, she has a strange face that belongs to Chu Yuan, and her figure is perfect. Jia, I am afraid that only the dead Sheng Zhixia himself can compare her.

"Does it look good?" Sheng Zhixia walked around in front of S with her skirt in her hand. The wedding dress lacked a white veil on her head. Those who didn't know thought she was getting ready for the wedding.

S stood behind her and gently closed the zipper for her. Her waist was very thin. After the zipper was closed, it was so thin that one hand could hold her waist. He looked at her in the mirror , There was a strange emotion between his eyebrows and eyes.

After a pause, he said, "It's not as good-looking as before."

Sheng Zhixia's heart skipped a beat, before, how long ago? Did S mean before she died?
As if he knew what she was thinking, S patted her head, pulled her arm, turned her around, and said, "Stop talking, help me change my clothes and tie my tie. Everything about you is at your disposal. If it doesn’t look good, I will also find you.”

He was very strong and a bit rude, but Sheng Zhixia smiled and helped him untie his nightgown, trying to change his shirt, but he was too close, and the light in the cloakroom clearly showed that the skin color on his chest was not the right color...

She had been intimate with Lu Muchen too many times before, but she hadn't carefully observed his chest——

People who have undergone heart surgery, no matter how strong their own healing ability is, it is impossible to leave no traces.

There should have been a hideous scar there, even if it went on for many years, it would not disappear.

Lu Muchen was a soldier, and he suffered from various injuries. Sheng Zhixia never thought about heart surgery.

He doesn't have heart disease, and there is no family history, so how did his heart break down?Even need a heart transplant?
Sheng Zhixia touched Lu Muchen's heart lightly, and wanted to say something, but S grabbed her hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not in the mood to touch you right now, if I want to touch you, one morning isn't enough." , are you sure you want to continue touching?"

Sheng Zhixia woke up immediately, his face was very hot: "No, no, I'm afraid..."

S sneered, a little arrogant, with a heart of comparison: "How is Lu Muchen on the bed? His heart is so weak that he is not suitable for strenuous exercise. He must not satisfy you, right?"

Sheng Zhixia: "???"

Is this human?When outsiders saw this scene, would they think it was self-diss?Diss yourself is the most deadly.

"Talk! How is he!" S was persistent, demanding an answer.

While buttoning his shirt, Sheng Zhixia said, "Emmmm, it's okay, you are better than him..."

God, how could she say such a thing?Totally unconscionable.

But let her carefully reflect on Lu Muchen's main personality and the other personalities, who is...longer?more powerful?

Something is not quite right.

At this time, she actually thinks that Aunt Ji, the third personality, is the cutest, and the relationship between her and Aunt Ji is the purest.

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