MTL - Stolen Love-Chapter 33 So taking medicine
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"No." Qi Mo replied coolly, but his men did not stop.
The glass heart suddenly looked at Qi Mo, no, then why change medicine for yourself? She is not asking for a bad luck, she is not going to treat her like this. She can't help but reach out and hand in Qi Mo's hand: "I don't want to die."
Qi Mo brows a cold and cold road: "You will not die." While breaking the hand of the glass heart, untie the clothes in front of the glass heart.
Looking down at Qi Mohuai's glass heart, I saw that the inside of the shirt was undressed, and nothing was worn inside. A bandage across the chest crossed the white jade chest, faintly infiltrating the bleeding, and suddenly I felt a bang, on the head. It’s about to come out, the red blood on the cheeks, and I don’t know the strength of the clothes. I don’t want to cover my clothes. I want to cover the bare spring light on my chest.
When Jimoton suddenly sighed: "What are you doing? Let go." With a little effort on both sides, he slammed the top of the glass heart into two halves.
"You are not a doctor, what medicine do you come to? I want a doctor." Glass sees the clothes being torn open, completely obscuring the spring, not allowing the red face to whisper, the patient is seen by the doctor, that is nothing, but why Want to show it to outsiders?
Qi Mowen said that his face was angry and said: "No doctor." While stopping, he looked at the heart of the glass.
The heart of the glass listened to this, and suddenly his face was white, and when he saw the murderous murderousness in the eyes of Qimo, the heart of the glass could not help but scream a bitterness. How could this person murder when he couldn’t move, he was injured, how to face his anger, Overbearing, the current grievances let go, forget it, anyway, good times can not compete with him, and now this is not his opponent.
Qimo satisfactorily looked at the glass heart and let go of his hand. This is right. He likes the obedient person and starts to take medicine for the glass heart.
"Ah, it hurts, hurts, you lightly." He was pressed by the hands of Qi Mo Mao's hands and feet, and the heart of the glass only felt the urge to kill people in a flash.
"Would you like to take medicine, it hurts, hurts."
"What is trouble, shut up." Qi Mo is also very angry, once for others to take medicine, actually called the earth-shattering, such a small injury as a painful face has changed? Reprimanded and reprimanded, Qi Mo still put the hand on the medicine, although he never thought he was heavy.
"Zi Mo, do you want to kill me." Glass heart looked at a box of ointment almost all painted on the wound, Qi Mo in order to avoid falling down, actually the big palm tightly pressed, not hurt by the sweat straight Going down, regardless of the status of the person in front of him, what identity, Zhangkou directly called the name.
Qi Mo heard the sudden murder of the gas suddenly appeared, and saw the whole face of the glass in his arms wrinkled together, sweat like a stream of water, suppressed a half-sounding heavy voice: "You are making a sound, I really Kill you."
The heart of the glass was suffocated by the angerful eyes, but it was painful and could not speak. I had to let Qi Mo give her a barbaric medicine.
"Zi Mo, I... there is no injury." It’s not the medicine, but the torture procedure after biting the teeth. The glass heart is greatly relieved, but I see the ink frowning on my own. On the side of the chest that was not injured, I pinched it over, and when I came over, I was ashamed, but I was left with a tooth that was tortured.
Qi Mozhen swept the glass heart and said: "I know."
"What do you mean?" The glass heart was impatient and impatient. He suddenly gritted his teeth and asked him. He was impatient. She was impatient. She was divided into injuries and was tossed by him.
When Qi Modun tightened his hand, he squeezed the white jade under his hand, and the heart of the glass couldn’t help but feel a sigh of relief. "I mean, this is what I mean." With the glass heart falling backwards, one quickly leaned down to cover the bright red cockroach.
The glass heart suddenly became shocked and angry. He wanted to get rid of his hands and give him a punch. He was pressed by Qi Mo’s whole body. He couldn’t move at all. He had to scream: “Zi Mo, you...ah...” After that, Qi Mo suddenly sucked hard, and the glass suddenly felt that the chest was hurt and itchy, and it was more fatigued. He immediately called: "Qi Mo, let go, let go."
Qi Mo’s nose snorted, and the cockroach in the opening raised his head and looked at the glass heart and said: “Is it still trouble?”
The heart of the glass quickly shook his head: "I don't make trouble, I don't make trouble."
"You better remember, you are my person, what do I want to do, you have no objection." Qi Mo cold swept the glass heart and his hand was attached.
The glass heart suddenly closed her eyes and grievances. In the dark, she smashed the ancestors of Qi Mo, who had been cleaned up. This feud, one day she will report back (the latest chapter).
Qi Mo's hand raged on his chest, and the white jade skin was touched up and down by him, twisted and smashed, and the whole body of the glass was soft in the arms of Qi Mo, tightly biting his teeth. .
"Globe, what the **** is this?"
A violent temper scared the heart of the glass, opened his eyes and saw the blue veins of the face, the impatience and murderousness in the eyes shot, the glass heart could not help but look down at the strange, at first sight, I really don’t know whether to laugh or The annoyance, I saw Qimo's hand bandage, and kept adjusting the position of my chest. The strap was **** horizontally, and it was already slipped without pulling. The wound was tied to the side, and I couldn’t get it. Ok, always don't care about the wound.
It turns out that he has other meanings there, but he is adjusting the angle, so he keeps playing, and the glass heart can't help but scream. Doesn't this person know the charm of language? I only know how to do it. This person is a material that will serve the people. I don’t know what nerves are going to help her bandage. Half of the life is now only one of the points. The current low voice: "From here." it is good."
Qi ink frowned, adjusted the position according to the guidance of the glass heart, and surely fixed the straps quickly, Qi Mo could not help but raise the eyebrows, and he really was not the waiter.
Glass heart sees a general punishment of the drug can finally end, can not help but a long breath, the body is more painful and tired than just woke up, had to rely on Qi Mo's arms, slightly breathing.
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