He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Xuan struggled, but she couldn't help herself. She looked at him angrily: "Get me started."

Yang Haitao grabbed her hands and wrists and pushed them up to the top of her head, his eyes became more intense and hot, and his voice became dumb: "I can't afford it."

Song Xuan's Lian became more and more red: "Asshole, you...uh..."

Yang Haitao bowed his head and kissed her red lips. He just wanted to kiss her, but didn't want to move further.

However, her kiss kept him sinking, his kiss slowly moved down, kissed her snow-white slender neck, Song Xuan snorted out now, but it did not stop him...

Without stopping, it seemed to be an encouragement. His kiss went down more and more until, when he kissed her sensitive part, Song Xuan suddenly became sober...

She slammed him under the bed with a violent force, and Yang Haitao slammed into the cabinet on the side, making him groan with pain.

Song Xuan looked down and found that the buttons on the front of her dress had been unbuttoned to her chest by Yang Haitao. She was so anxious and annoyed that she hurriedly buttoned the buttons.

Yang Haitao looked at the person on the bed in a frantic manner. When he met Song Xuan, he turned into a gangster. He couldn't control it. In essence, he was not such a person.

He didn't care about the pain, and quickly got up, Song Xuan glared at him: "Asshole."

Yang Haitao hurriedly nodded like garlic: "Yes, yes, I'm too asshole, I blame the moonlight for being too beautiful."

Song Xuan looked at him indignantly: "Shameless, I'm a rascal, but Moonlight's head is the blame."

Yang Haitao laughed and said: "You are not a literary art, I think, if you blame the moonlight, you will look at the moonlight face tonight and let me go."

As he was talking, bright red blood slowly dripped down Yang Haitao’s forehead, Song Xuan screamed in fright, Yang Haitao still didn’t know it, and said with concern: "What's wrong?"

Song Xuan hurriedly pulled him to his side, and took a look at his hair. There was a hole in the back of his head. It looked shocking.

"It hurts, right?"

Yang Haitao chuckled and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Song Xuan pressed him to let him sit on the side of the bed, and then ran out in a hurry. After a while, she ran over with iodophor and gauze in her hand.

Before Yang Haitao asked, Song Ran replied: "What I asked for the innkeeper's wife is shallow, so I don't need to go to the hospital. I'll take care of it for you."

Yang Haitao sat on the ground and let Song Xuan get started to treat his wounds.

Song Xuan put iodophor on his wound, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to... I don't want my first time in this small hotel in this place, do you understand?"

Yang Haitao's blood boiled immediately, so, just now, it was not because Song Xuan hated him, but because this was a small hotel in a different place, and she didn't want to be so casual.

He excitedly said: "Sorry, I was too **** just now, I have to at least make a proposal before..."

Song Xuan reached out and covered his mouth: "Okay, stop talking, stop talking..."

In that way, the picture feel is too strong, so strong that she can hardly hold the cotton swab.

She let go, and Yang Haitao said again: "Song Xuan, marry me, okay?"

Song Xuan pushed his head: "Yang Haitao, you are too incomprehensible, regardless of the occasion, right? Small hotel, when I just broke my head, you suddenly came to propose? Do you feel so romantic? Do you think I will agree?"

Suddenly, Yang Haitao turned around and touched and touched from his arms. After a while, he took out a small box and half-kneeled in front of her: "Song Xuan, marry me, okay?"