The Villain Acts Recklessly [Fast Wear]

- I hate trash.

--no next time.

In the cold water, the silver chain around his neck seemed to be faintly hot, and Yan Qin hurriedly touched the bracelet in his pocket, feeling calm when he touched it.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Yan Zhou was a little irritable, and scolded "bad luck".

Looking at Yan Qin's dying appearance, he let go of his hand in disgust, intending to go into the house to avoid the rain.

The moment he turned around, thunder roared, and in this muffled sound, he ignored some sounds.

Yan Zhou was suddenly dragged into the swimming pool with his mouth covered, and the cold water entered his trachea through his nose, causing him to struggle frantically.

In the blue and purple electric light, Yan Qin's pale face and indifferent eyes, like a savage ghost, made him panic.

Some people screamed, some people shouted, some people jumped into the water and scattered the two to save people. Amidst the thunder, it was like a farce.

Like the most exciting chapter of the music, Lin Sui turned around and sat on the chaise longue.

"Yan Zhou is playing a bit out of line this time. His father doesn't recognize other children. He doesn't need to do this..."

Song Yunqing, who had witnessed everything, sighed and speculated about Lin Sui's attitude, but saw the young man lying on the soft chair raised his hand and made a movement.

Lin Sui put her index finger against her lips, closed her eyes comfortably, and enjoyed the sound of the wind and rain. It was a grand gift.

Footsteps sounded, and the wet and cold water left traces on the carpet.

The tall boy stepped into the villa like a silent ghost.

Everyone knew that he almost killed Yan Zhou just now, and they all moved away to make way for him.

Yan Qin went up the stairs and saw the boy resting with his eyes closed.

The boy's wrist dangled aside, white as frost and snow against the black cloth, and the veins of the blue blood vessels were clear.

Yan Qin took out the silver bracelet engraved with the word 'Lin' and tied it to the boy's wrist.

The silver chain was soaked in water, and the water droplets fell down the wrist and flowed into Lin Sui's palm.

Lin Sui opened her eyes and stroked Yan Qin's hair like a reward.

Song Yunqing frowned while watching this strange and heart-pounding picture.

However, he saw that the lowly illegitimate son grasped the wrist of the young master who was high above him, and pressed his cheek against the palm of the young master.

Those dark eyes looked at him, as if proclaiming.

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Brother Yan: My wife! mine!

Chapter 13

The wind was blowing, and the pea-sized raindrops slapped on the windows, and the traces left were quickly replaced by new ones.

Lin Sui got up from the soft chair, took Yan Qin to the corridor, opened a certain guest room, and said to the waiter in the corner, "Bring me a set of clothes."

The door was closed softly, blocking the view of the outside world.

Lin Sui raised her head slightly and looked at Yan Qin in front of him. He looked very awkward, like a wet underwater dog.

Because he was pressed under the water, the water soaked his eyes, and his eye sockets and eyelids were flushed with redness. With his handsome eyebrows, he couldn't help but feel pity.

Yan Qin bent down at this moment, so that Lin Sui could look at him or even look down at him.

It was like the harshest sound of plucking the strings, causing Lin Sui's suppressed nerves to be touched. He cursed "Damn" in his heart, and pushed Yan Qin to the ground and pressed him on top of him.

What is the most difficult thing for Lin Sui to resist Yan Qin?

It is not his awe-inspiring posture of slaughtering thousands of demon spirits with one sword, nor his tenderness and tenderness in his embrace, nor his submission and obedience.

It's his fragility at a certain moment, like saying 'I'm hurt', 'I need your love', like a quiet canine expressing longing.

It was as if his soul was whispering, giving people the urge to give.

This was too deadly, Lin Sui couldn't resist the surging thoughts, he approached Yan Qin, absorbing his fragility.

Outside the window, there was a thunderstorm, the trees were swept away by the gust of wind, and the gray sky was briefly illuminated by lightning, creating absolute silence in the extreme hustle and bustle.

Lin Sui's clothes were gradually soaked by the water on Yan Qin's body, but he didn't mind.

Yan Qin was stiff due to the heat on his body, his brain was dizzy as if lacking oxygen, and a psychedelic image of unknown truth floated in his mind. Soft white.

It was an absurd and unrealistic scene, a heart palpitations that made his soul tremble with excitement, and his dirty covetousness like mud.

He couldn't tell the truth from the fake, he didn't even know if he really felt those emotions from Lin Sui.

Did the believers in the bào wind and rain make their way home? Is the lighthouse they found a god or a struggling imagination?

The roar of the heart was so intense that it seemed that it would burst and die in the next moment. Whether it was illusory or real, Yan Qin stretched out his hand.

The slender waist is unbearable to hold, and the palms are tightly clasped, capturing the fragrant fragrance of Qingdie.

The silver snake spits out a letter, red lips, white teeth, and the tip of its tongue, leaving water marks on the neck of the láng dog, like a ghost.

Lin Sui's face put on a public smile, and her complexion went from pale to red.

[Why don't you continue the electricity, the great will of heaven? 】

[Go ahead, are you running out of energy? 】

Even though she was being asked for, Lin Sui still refused to give up and laughed in her mind.

The blue bead shivered with human anger: [Don't be complacent! 】