Douluo's broken love can become stronger

"These two guys are so good, and they really don't do anything?"

Outside the small building, Ning Rongrong lay quietly on a tree trunk that was level with the second floor. Looking down, she could see the two people on the big bed completely.

"Hey hey hey, this is my home. Of course I know where the surveillance is most hidden and you won't be discovered!"

On weekdays, naturally there would be no one in this tree. After all, it is the residence of the little princess and it is very well-defended.

But there is no way she can protect herself...

"Looking at how well-behaved they are, why don't we stop monitoring them?"

Ning Rongrong rolled his eyes, but then slowly opened them wide: "I knew that no matter how it started, it would definitely happen in the end!"

inside the room.

Qin Jian didn't want Zhu Zhuqing to worry about which one he liked more, so he just started talking and taking action.

Five years later, her little mouth is still so sweet and delicious, and her figure is still so undulating and extremely tempting.

"I obviously want it, but I was just pretending..."

Zhu Zhuqing was possessed by the civet cat, its small and cute cat ears and fluffy tail stretched out, and the tail curled up, slowly wrapping around Qin Jian's waist.

Qin Jian's eyes turned red instantly...

"Wow! The smelly cat is so playful!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes also turned red...

In the room, Qin Jian whined and took one of Zhu Zhuqing's cat ears in his mouth, while Zhu Zhuqing took the opportunity to pull his clothes.

It's like muscle memory. Even if you haven't exercised for five years, you are still very skilled...

"It's unbearable to roll around on my bed!"

Ning Rongrong stood up from the tree trunk and was about to jump down to stop him.

"咻咻咻..."

But at this moment, the stream of silver floating from nowhere suddenly gathered in front of her, transforming into Na'er's silver-haired, purple-eyed, barefoot Sanwu form.

She waved her delicate hand, and a stream of silver bound Ning Rongrong and pulled her back to the tree trunk.

"..."

Ning Rongrong looked confused.

"It's you?!"

Her eyes widened: "Aren't you and Brother Jian one? Why are you outside?"

Na'er didn't even smile and continued: "I'll wait for you outside."

"wait for me?"

Ning Rongrong blinked: "What do you want to do?"

Na'er was suspended in front of her, waving her delicate hands, and the silver stream bound Ning Rongrong and turned around, looking directly in the direction of the window.

"At this time, let you see him do something interesting with other women."

At this time, inside the window, a big sex scene was going on on the big bed, but it wasn't time to load the gun yet.

Ning Rongrong was forced to watch, and suddenly realized what Na'er was doing.

She was clearly fighting back, countering what happened a few days ago, so she was tied here and watched helplessly as her beloved man and other women applauded for love!

"Let me go!"

Ning Rongrong twisted her body, but was restrained tightly and couldn't break free at all.

"It's beautiful, very beautiful."

Na'er sat leisurely on the tree trunk, the silver in her hands gathered into the shape of a snowmelon, clicked it, and felt...

She couldn't help but sway her little feet, and the corners of her mouth curved behind Ning Rongrong, and she almost laughed out loud with joy.

It’s a good opportunity, this wave is... cool!

Ning Rongrong struggled for a moment to no avail, and knew that Na'er's power was far superior to hers.

As long as Na'er doesn't want to let go, it's absolutely impossible for her to break free.

What should we do? Are we really forced to watch the whole series?

If she hadn't been tied up, she might have been able to endure it and watch it.

But being forced to look at such a strange posture makes me feel uncomfortable all over...

"Hey, you don't really think that this is a counterattack against me, do you?"

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes a few times, and suddenly said to Na'er, who was swaying her feet behind her: "Aren't you just watching him have sex with the smelly cat? What's the big deal?"

Na'er paused while eating the melon: "You don't care?"

"What's there to be worried about?" Ning Rongrong said calmly.

Na'er frowned: "Have you not done that with him yet? Wouldn't you be unhappy watching him do it with someone else now?"

Ning Rongrong remained calm: "Anyway, they can't do it now. The most they can do is kiss, touch and hug? What else can they do?"

When Na'er heard this, she laughed silently: "So this is what you thought you were going to do, so just keep watching."

Although she kept hanging up, she still saw Qin Jian and Zhu Zhuqing's tricks when she recalled her memories. It was not as simple as Ning Rongrong thought.

Soon, the progress on the big bed reached the exciting moment.

Ning Rongrong blinked: "That stinky cat is usually so cold and cold that no one can look down on him. But under Brother Jian, he is actually willing to kneel in such a humiliating posture. I am really impressed!"

"But why are they doing this pose? They can't really go in..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes widened.

Because within sight, Qin Jian was holding a cat tail, riding a cat and whipping his whip, and slowly entered... the valley road.

"He, he, they, they're all here... Oh my god! Is it okay there?!"

If her hands hadn't been tightly tied, she would have covered her mouth: "Is that what the book says is the way for men to walk? They actually do it too!"

"Oh, what a fuss."

Na'er's little mouth opened slightly: "How do you feel now? Watching the man you love holding a gun on a cat and marching forward bravely, are you very happy? Very comfortable? Very happy?"

Ning Rongrong took several deep breaths before slowly calming down her turbulent and indescribable mood.

Well, let’s put aside the gameplay of Stinky Cat and Brother Jian to break through the sky. We will talk about it later. The top priority is Gong Du!

Do you really think you can win by tying me up to watch this? It’s not that easy!

"Did you misunderstand something?"

Ning Rongrong calmed down, and her tone was normal, even with a little smile: "I just said, as long as they don't really do that, I don't care, this kind of gameplay is not considered, just toss it around

alright."

The acting skills of the woman in the palace fight are perfect. At least Na'er didn't notice anything wrong from her heartbeat and expression. It seemed that it really didn't matter.

"It seems that what you care about is the true harmony between husband and wife, not their heterodoxy..."

Na'er floated up from the tree trunk, looking like she was thinking about something.

"So, your counterattack has no effect on me at all, so why bother?"

Ning Rongrong smiled slightly: "Why don't you put me down, I promise not to tell Brother Jian."

Hahaha, the first thing I did when I came down was to bang on the door to interrupt the eye-catching incident, and the second thing was to file a complaint!

It's just a gun, but he still bullied the hostess!

See if I don’t take a good look at your book!

"Speaking of which, the reason why they can't do that is because God...well...can't seem to tell you..."

Na'er paused before saying: "There are some rules that Qin Jian can't resist, but that doesn't mean..."

She slightly raised the corners of her lips and turned her back to Ning Rongrong.

"That doesn't mean I can't do it either."