Yan Xiaomo saw that Ying Zheng was about to take off her skirt, grabbed it hard, and said with a warning look on her face: "What are you going to do?"
"Look at your knee.
It's not injured."
Ying Zheng said with an open face, as if he really just wanted to see if Yan Xiaomo's knee was injured.
Yan Xiaomo frowned in distrust and said, "I'll just pull up my skirt."
After experiencing the inhumanity yesterday, Yan Xiaomo was afraid of Ying Zheng, especially his behavior in bed, which she couldn't bear.
Although Ying Zheng applied medicine to her later, it still couldn't completely relieve the pain in her waist.
"Take off your skirt so you can see more clearly."
Ying Zheng took off Yan Xiaomo's skirt without a red face and a righteous look on his face.
Yan Xiaomo's face immediately turned red, she trembled her lips, pressed her skirt tightly with both hands, and said angrily: "What do you see clearly?"
What does it mean to take off the skirt to see clearly?
Where does he want to see?
Can’t you see the knee wound when you pull up your skirt?
As the emperor of a country, how can he be so shameless?
"Good boy, show me your wound."
Ying Zheng coaxed softly, and continued to take off the skirt without any explanation.
When he saw the small hands holding the skirt to prevent him from taking it off, he slightly curled his mouth and pulled it with his big palm.
"Okay."
The dress was torn in his hands.
"Ah" Yan Xiaomo screamed in surprise, watching as her beautiful dress was torn open by Ying Zheng and turned into rags.
Seeing Ying Zheng throwing the rags on the ground, Yan Xiaomo felt that he would have to suffer a tragic fate again.
A pair of slender legs appeared in Ying Zheng's sight.
Looking at those legs, Ying Zheng's eyes became particularly dark.
His big palm fell on those knees, rubbed them gently, and asked hoarsely: "Does it still hurt?"
These legs are beautiful, there is only a red spot on the knees.
Yan Xiaomo crossed her legs, her face turned red, she shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."
It actually hurts a bit.
Ying Zheng leaned down and placed a kiss on his knee.
Yan Xiaomo just tightened her legs tightly.
There was no underwear in this place, and there was nothing else to cover her shame except for a pair of short panties under her skirt.
And just now Ying Zheng had torn off her pants and skirt, so she was not wearing pants now.
"Mo'er, your legs are so beautiful, I like them so much."
Ying Zheng kissed the long legs gently and spread the long legs apart with his hands.
"A beast dressed like a beast."
Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but cursed.
Just as he was about to close his legs tightly, Ying Zheng's body squeezed in.
Ying Zheng smiled slowly and said, "You should just call me a beast."
I saw General Ying Zheng taking off his clothes.
Yan Xiaomo's mouth twitched slightly, this, this is really Ying Zheng She knew it was useless no matter how much she resisted, but she didn't want to go through the endless exercise like yesterday.
"Azheng, can I make a request?"
Yan Xiaomo said with a pitiful look.
Ying Zheng was in a good mood.
He raised his legs with both hands and put them in a shameful posture.
"you say."
"Be gentle, then be quick."
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This is her greatest wish.
Ying Zheng grabbed those white and tender feet, which were no bigger than his big palm.
They were also very beautiful.
"I can agree if you're gentler, but maybe not if you're quicker."
Ying Zheng looked at Yan Xiaomo apologetically, but there was no apology in his tone.
Yan Xiaomo had a sad face, and the whole world became dark. oshow7: