Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

There were red marks on her arm because of his force.

The snow-white neck and chest-front also left a little pink strawberry imprint.

She finally couldn't stand it anymore and sobbed.

And this kind of Xiang-harmonious-yan has a pitiful picture, but it makes the man's eyes darker, and he is excited to speed up his actions...

Bai Zhen didn't know how many times she was asked that night.

She only remembered that when the third watch drum rang, her body had been drained of strength, and her rapid breathing made her cough softly. trembling.

She was still coughing and wanted to climb down to get some water.

But as soon as she moved, she was dragged back by the waist again, imprisoned in her arms.

Bai Zhen struggled a few times and said weakly, "Yuanli, I...cough, I want to drink water...you, you...uh"

The man seemed to have lost his mind as if he had never heard of it. The temperature on his body was terrifyingly hot, and he kept muttering her name in his mouth, sealing all her words in his kiss...

Bai Zhen's body couldn't take it any longer and fainted...

The next morning.

The sun shone through the window in wisps of golden light.

The young man's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, then opened his eyes.

He rested his forehead, groggy, and in excruciating pain.

He frowned for a moment before he slowly remembered the lingering last night.

He seemed to have had some drinks yesterday.

Then, unexpectedly, it came to her...

Beside her, the girl lay there quietly, sleeping peacefully.

The sun illuminated half of her face. Her skin was already fair, but at the moment it seemed to be about to be transparent, her eyelashes were hanging down like small brushes, and she was outrageously well-behaved.

Yuan Li's eyes suddenly softened.

He rested his arms, turned sideways, and looked at her quietly.

With such a movement, he glanced at the striking kiss marks on her neck and shoulders. The images from last night flooded into his mind, and he narrowed his eyes, feeling a little self-blame and a little proud at the same time.

He blamed himself for tossing her for another night, and he was proud because those were the marks he left.

The young man was afraid that she was too tired, so he didn't wake her up, he reached out and gently brushed the broken hair from her cheeks.

When the slightly cold fingertips slid across her side face, she was shocked by the scalding heat.

He touched her forehead with his hand, sat up suddenly, and shook her, "Lan Zhi, Lan Zhi."

The girl didn't move.

Yuan Li lifted the quilt, took a piece of clothing and went to the ground.

After such a tug, he saw that under the quilt, the bruises on her arms, and the kiss marks in other places.

There was a trace of distress and self-blame in Yuan Li's eyes.

How much alcohol did he drink last night to do such an outrageous thing?

And he can't remember the details at all...

He covered her with the quilt and hurriedly called the doctor.

A quarter of an hour later.

Yuan Li sat on the side in silence, looking gloomy as a row of doctors took turns to check her pulse, and then discussed in a low voice.

half an hour.

He slammed the table, and the tea in the cup overflowed a little, "After so long, have you seen anything!"

The group of old doctors trembled in unison and pushed each other a few times before a representative came out.

The man bowed respectfully, and his tone was hesitant, "Your Majesty, I wonder if I can take a step to speak?"

Yuan Li raised his hand, and everyone obediently stepped back, leaving only the unconscious Bai Zhen, Yuan Li, and the doctor in the room.