"Little Shadow, you're here!" Han Ye calls out in pleasant surprise, no longer paying attention to Xuan Ji.
He pounces over, "I didn't sense your Spiritual Power fluctuations, so I thought that this guy had hidden you! Little Shadow, how are you, not … not … "
Han Ye's voice is like a rapid waterfall that is suddenly cut off.
The expression on his face is also completely frozen.
His eyes are straight, unblinkingly staring at the girl who is struggling to get up from the bed, unable to move away.
That's right, a girl.
Even if Han Ye is a fool, he can still be sure that the person getting up from the bed is a woman.
Long jet-black hair, like a waterfall, draping over her snow-white shoulders.
The clothes on her body are torn and tattered, and even the red dudou is hanging halfway down.
The snow-white rabbit is undulating, and the pink dogwood is faintly discernible.
Long, straight legs, softly hanging over the edge of the bed.
Han Ye's stiff gaze slowly moves up along the smooth and slender calves.
Then, with a swoosh, his mind goes blank.
A thin stream of heat rushes up to his nose.
Han Ye suddenly reaches out to cover his nose, his voice stuttering, "Little Little … Little Shadow, you, you … how can you be a woman … you … you're a woman, a woman … a woman?"
"Shut up!" Ying Mei ruthlessly glares at him, "Hurry up and help me put on my clothes!!"
It's just a pity that she doesn't know that right now, her cheeks are flushed, and her coquettish eyes glaring over, how alluring she is.
Han Ye's entire person is in a trance.
Almost at the same time, he walks over to her.
Just as he's about to reach the edge of the bed, he trips over the bed under his feet, and his whole body falls forward.
"Aiya –!"
"Wu –!!"
A soft, muffled groan, like pleasure and pain, reaches his ears.
Han Ye is worried that he might have hurt Little Shadow.
All of a sudden, he realized that his face seemed to have fallen into a soft and fragrant embrace.
That kind of touch was something he had never felt before.
Han Ye dazedly reaches out his hand, and he can't help but touch it.
The smooth, soft, and elastic feeling makes his whole person go silly.
Th-th-this … this is …
"Bastard! If you still dare to touch me, I'll kill you!! "
Han Ye abruptly sits up, "No, no, no, Little Shadow, believe me, I … I didn't mean it!"
Patter — Patter —!
A few drops of bright red liquid fall from Han Ye's nostrils onto Ying Mei's fair chest.
And when he got up, his hand happened to be placed on that unspeakable position.
"Han —!! Night!! Do you want to die?! "
Han Ye practically tumbles and crawls as he is kicked down from the bed.
He quickly wiped away the blood from his nose, took out a set of clothes from his spatial ring, and helped Ying Mei put it on.
Because Ying Mei didn't have any strength left in her body.
Therefore, it's hard to avoid having to rely on Han Ye's help to dress.
As it happens, Han Ye is clumsy and clumsy. Right now, he's so flustered that his brain is full of water.
"Where are you touching, you bastard!?!?"
"Right, right, right. I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose!"
Han Ye has already exhausted all of his willpower to not touch Ying Mei's smooth skin.
However, in the process of putting on clothes, it was inevitable that they would touch each other.
"Ugh –!" the residual effects of the drug in her body make Ying Mei let out a low, hoarse moan.
That voice is so soft and charming that even a rock would be teased and scalded.
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