Quick Travel: The heartthrob beauty is forced to open for business

Xiang Shaque felt that all the bones in his body were broken. He shouted, "Master Bai, Master Bai, help me!"

Bai Fengmian folded his arms and watched indifferently.

It was a mercy not to let Pei Langzhi beat him to death.

Everyone watched this scene without stopping or being intolerable.

The man's painful wailing echoed in the corridor, and the loud sound was heard by people passing by downstairs.

After a few minutes, Pei Langzhi stopped. He wiped his hands in disgust. As soon as his hand loosened, the paper fell on Xiang Shaque, who was curled up.

Bai Zhongwan followed the two of them, passing by the scum on the ground, accidentally stepped on his hand, and then accidentally crushed it hard.

Xiang Shaque's whole body was about to ascend to heaven. His hands could not help but tremble, and the fear and fear in his heart suddenly surged up. He knelt down and begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong... Please spare me, I will never do it again." I don’t dare anymore…I’m obsessed with it…”

No one paid attention to him, and Xiang Shaque watched helplessly as he was dragged away like garbage.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have done this...

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In this room, Zhou Yihe carried the girl to his exclusive lounge.

He gently put Muning on the bed and covered the girl with a thin quilt.

With tears still drying on his face, he got up and went to the bathroom, wet a towel, and wiped the girl's delicate face carefully and gently.

Putting the towel aside, Zhou Yihe sat on the edge of the bed and stared deeply at the sleeping Muning, the tenderness and affection in his eyes almost overflowing.

Muning turned over in her sleep and was about to fall. Zhou Yihe quickly caught her, her soft and fragrant body pressed against his chest.

Maybe she felt uncomfortable, so she rubbed herself, found a comfortable place, and fell asleep deeply.

Mu Ning slept comfortably, but Zhou Yihe had a hard time. His whole body was stiff, his handsome face was flushed, and the roots of his ears were also red.

Zhou Yihe had a strict upbringing. Although he was handsome and charming, he had an aura that made people afraid to approach him.

Apart from his mother, he had never had close contact with girls during his whole life. Now the girl he was attracted to and identified with was sleeping softly in his arms, and the restlessness in his heart was surging.

Sighing helplessly and resignedly, Zhou Yihe grabbed the girl's soft waist and, with a strong force, led her to lie down on the bed inside.

The bed was big enough to accommodate two grown men.

Zhou Yihe supported his head and looked at the girl's face. He traced her outline from the forehead with trembling hands, eyes, nose, lips, and pressed his slender index finger on the soft red lips. He didn't dare to move, his whole body wanted to Burn up.

Muning's clear breath sprayed on his fingertips, Zhou Yihe trembled, and pressed hard with his index finger, suppressing his lower lip.

The pink tongue flashed in front of his eyes. Zhou Yihe was not calm at all. His breathing suddenly became rapid. He wanted to retract his hand, but his hand seemed to have an idea and remained motionless.

She tentatively stretched it in. The girl was very obedient, as if she felt something, she obediently let go of her lips.

He could see more clearly now. His index finger was pressed against his teeth, which seemed uncomfortable. The girl stepped back, and then he chased her. Unable to escape, she could only purse her lips. The impact of this scene was too exciting.

Zhou Yihe's eyes were scarlet as he watched, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. The usual gentleman's etiquette was all forgotten by him. He pulled out his hand and looked at the water on his fingertips. He couldn't resist the temptation and kissed it. .