Male God, A Little Su

s of darkness.

  She was wet and uncomfortable.
After Su Yan finished speaking, she planned to stand up.

  Ji Wuyou suddenly encircled her body, stretching out his long arms, and directly overwhelmed Su Yan under him.
A pair of cold eyes was staring at Su Yan so determinedly.

  In the depths of the eyes, there is an interest that no one can detect.
His slightly pale thin lips curled up, and the frivolous words escaped from his lips.

   “I can easily teach you now, do you want it?”

   Ji Wuyou’s tone did not fluctuate, even with flirting words that came out his mouth, his thumb slowly sliding on Su Yan’s exposed waist.

  But those flirting words are betrayed by those eyes that are cold and deep.

   “Then what do I need to do now?”

  Su Yan lay calmly in his arms, and when she raised her head, she could see the delicate eyebrows of the young man that looked like a vampire.
She yawned lazily, tilted her head, her black and white eyes gleaming.

  ”Should I shout for help, or should I follow my brother’s idea and cooperate a little bit?”

Ji Wuyou’s lips froze with a cold smile.

  The next second, his back stiffened as Su Yan slammed into him, and suddenly he felt Su Yan’s cold fingertips that stopped on the back of his neck.

  He was like a cat with his neck restrained, instantly quiet.

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