The Concubine of the Phoenix Conquers the World

Three hundred, three hundred and one, three hundred and two…

At this moment, Juechen was obviously unable to do anything, his handsome face flushed slightly, sweat was rolling on his forehead, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

Even if Hong Luan wanted to ignore it deliberately, the two were so close together that his breath spilled on her neck, which made her feel a little strange.

Finally, a condensed drop of water fell on her cheek, she instinctively reached out to wipe it, but there was a second, third...

Seeing this scene, Qian Fangxue twitched the corner of her mouth, "Aren't you going to wipe it for him?"

Hongluan hesitated for a while, and finally took out the silk handkerchief and wiped it for him, she just didn't want him to hurt her.

Five hundred, five hundred one, five hundred two…

Seemingly simple movements, such repeated cycles, even hard-hitting people can't support it.

His arms had already started to tremble, and he felt that the soreness was almost unbearable. Oh my God, how come it's only half, and when will five hundred be a head!

Hongluan gave him a look of contempt, who just swore to think that he was no problem, it was really useless!

Men are the most insufferable. Her gaze made him feel ridiculed and humiliated. He calmed down and accelerated...

Seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred...

This is no longer determined by willpower!

Juechen's breathing is heavy, her body is stiff, and her movements are becoming more and more irregular. Every time she falls, she accidentally touches her body. Hongluan stares at him angrily. Don't blame me if you touch me again. You're welcome.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't want to do this either, but he was so tired, he couldn't take it any longer.

In addition to being tired, there is another point that makes him very embarrassed, that is, he can clearly feel the soft and graceful curves of the woman's body, as well as the faint body fragrance coming from her body. A strong reaction, a sense of the sense began to gradually recover.

Hongluan hadn't discovered this yet, and he even reached out to his chest to prevent him from touching him again.

Seeing him working so hard, Hong Luan was still a little worried in his heart. Should it be his turn in a while? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if she couldn't hold on in the end?

Thinking about it, she was a little distracted!

At this time, Juechen's nightmare is finally coming to an end...

Nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, a thousand!

It's finally done, and finally you don't have to suffer this terrifying "punishment" anymore!

At this time, Juechen couldn't hold on anymore. As soon as his heart relaxed, his arm had already lost its strength, and his whole body fell down.

The eyes were facing each other, and there was a deathly silence. In addition to the physical contact, the lips of the two of them inadvertently pressed together, and the two of them both stared in horror.

"Crack!" A crisp slap sounded from the silent room.

Hongluan was annoyed and pushed him away, scolding "rogue", and there was a clear five-fingerprint on Juechen's face.

The burning pain brought him back to his senses. Before he had time to explain what had just happened, the figure in red had turned around and ran out.

Looking at the man who was standing at the door and personally "prisoned", he disappeared long ago.