Baby, do you want me......

His body is so tall, 1.88 meters tall, every part of his body is strong and powerful, and his skin is full of strength, like a fierce cheetah.

And she's so petite.

More than 1.6 meters, slender figure, and looks very weak, the two of them are like an eagle and a little chick, there is no place to compare.

At this time, his words were like demagogic voices, entwining her heart in wisps, teasing and stirring.

Her small body tensed, her breathing was stunted, and her blood flowed faster.

Her eyes were flustered, and she said with a red face: "Now, now your body, yet-"

"Huh? Didn't your hand feel it just now? ”

"No, no, I mean your wound—"

Feeling him clinging to him, Chen Muli's head exploded with a bang.

Rong Yun's tall body pressed down and hugged her small body from behind, as if embedding her whole person in his arms.

Chen Muli closed his eyes tightly, and he was at a loss for what to do.

He, is he dressed or not......!!!

The hot breath fell, and she could feel the hot, hard chest behind her.

Rong Yun blew hot air in her ear and continued to bewitch, "...... Baby, you know, this little wound is nothing to Lao Tzu, and it will heal soon. ”

Chen Muli felt that he was being persuaded by him step by step, and he was even a little confused, and his head was buzzing.

At this time, Rong Yun suddenly took her small body and took two steps back.

Chen Muli was flustered for a while, but when she stood still again and looked up, she saw two people ——— reflected in the mirror opposite.

So clearly visible, crashing into their own sight.

He was not wearing nothing, he was wrapped in a bath towel underneath, his upper body was bare, and a gauze was bandaged on his chest, and he took a bath, very carefully, and did not wet his wounds.

It's just that none of those seem to be the point, the point is that he is so tenacious, his black broken hair is drenched, his face is delicate and handsome, his phoenix eyes are slightly long, and the tips of his eyes are slightly frivolous, revealing an indescribable laziness, charm, and unceremoniously exuding his charm.

Chen Muli looked at him in the mirror, his breathing stagnant slightly.

Although she never denied that Rong Yun was very handsome, very draggy, very ruffian, very crazy, and very domineering, she had to say that when she looked at him in the mirror at this time, she still seemed to be fascinated by him.

It was as if he was exuding some kind of male hormone, which attracted her strongly.

It was an indescribable feeling, looking at him in the mirror, she seemed to be even more fallen, and she seemed to be a little bewitched by him, and her body was a little uncontrollably weak.

As if, willing to surrender to this man.

And at this very moment.

Rong Yun's slender hand slowly landed on her white coat, helping her fall off little by little, and he moved very slowly, as if he was deliberately stirring up her desire.

And such a move is undoubtedly faintly hinting at something.

When the sleeves were about to be removed, Chen Muli suddenly held his hand, she looked at him in the mirror, her light gray eyes were a little flustered and nervous, but Rong Yun stared at her who was as innocent as a deer, but she couldn't help grinding her teeth slightly, and her eyes became more proficient.

“…… Be good, Mu Li...... Don't be afraid ......"

His voice was lustful, hoarse and seductive, and he whispered her name—