Ye Xiaomei had a pretty face, which was so angry that she was full of teasing words from Xia Wushuang. She angrily snatched back the swaying breast pads in Xia Wushuang's hands, and then she twisted her slender fingers on Xia Wushuang's shoulders with her slender fingers and rotated them hard.

However, compared with the power of Ye Xiaoya's hand and Hong San, who was born with divine power, the difference between the two was more than one or two mountains was as exaggerated as one or two. Even though she had already twisted it very hard, Xia Wushuang was still lying on the bed with a sleepy face, as if she was not moved by this little pain at all.

"Abnormal! Hooligan! Beast! No... You are worse than beast!"

Ye Xiaoya was so angry that she was ignorant of Xia Wushuang's ignorance. Her tender pink fists fell on Xia Wushuang's strong back like raindrops.

"Okay, okay. Your turtle punches are not enough to scratch me, so don't mess around here, so go to bed quickly."

Xia Wushuang yawned a long time, and pretended to be impatient and persuaded.

"Brother Wushuang, why don't you get up and eat me? I'll be your wife too!" Ye Xiaoya seemed to be tired of fighting, and said on Xia Wushuang's back as if she was coquettish.

"It's better to save money. Why don't the rabbit eat grass beside the nest?" Xia Wushuang didn't turn around and waved his right hand, which turned out to be a gentlemanly demeanor who refused to pay back.

"But you also promised grandpa that you would marry me!" Ye Xiaoya said with a sad face and refused to give in.

Xia Wushuang sighed and said in a little disappointed manner: "That is obviously used to comfort the old dean, don't believe it."

"I don't care, I will depend on you! No one except you and I will marry you! You must promise me, otherwise... or I will cry for you!!!" While Xia Wushuang turned his back to her, Ye Xiaoya began to rub her eyes red, preparing to use a killing weapon that belongs to women, and directly ask for a result in this atmosphere tonight, so as not to have too many dreams.

Xia Wushuang did regard Ye Xiaoya as his sister. As for whether he has any other feelings besides his sister, he can't actually say it.

Fortunately, there is one thing that can be confirmed. That is, if anyone dares to pluck up the courage to apply to be his brother-in-law, Xia Wushuang will definitely let him die very well in his next life.

So, not only women, but men can also have a terrible possessive desire.

"Okay, okay. Then can't I marry you? So, can you leave now?" Xia Wushuang still didn't look back and fooled Ye Xiaoya with words, not knowing how true or false the whole sentence was.

"Stop coming! You want to fool me again..." Ye Xiaoya pouted, and suddenly her eyes lit up. She stretched out her hand and pulled the bellyband rope behind her pink neck, and said in a pretty voice: "Or I'll show you my body first, so that you can't betray the debt."

In response, Xia Wushuang heard a sound of a simple skirt sliding down behind him. He was shocked and hurriedly turned around 180 degrees and looked back.

Ha! Ye Xiaoya's face was blushing, and she showed her two pink shoulders in her field of vision without any warning. Her skin was crystal clear and tender, white and red, and dust-free, as if she was born with ice and jade bones, and a fairy who fell from the sky, with a confusing ancient charm.

A wave of nameless fire rose on Xia Wushuang's lower abdomen. The familiar feeling made him feel a trembling all over. He quickly stood up. He grabbed Ye Xiaoya's clothes that were still sliding down, put them on again for her, and then said angrily: "Damn girl! Are you going to rebel? Listen to your brother, hurry up and go to bed!"

After saying that, Xia Wushuang ignored the little girl's constant struggle and threw her out of the window as if she was carrying a hot potato.

Gathering demons, condensed ice, and completely sealed the windows and doors. Xia Wushuang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on her face as if she was facing a great enemy disappeared.

To be honest, there was a moment when he almost followed the little girl's power and pushed her down. But he and his younger sister were still a little too familiar with each other. At the critical moment, he could always remember the mess of the two of them as brothers and sisters when they were young. They felt very inconsistent and messy, just like they were really messy about something, and they couldn't do anything at all.

"I'm asking for trouble..." Xia Wushuang lay back on his big bed, but when he closed his eyes, he was shaking his half-naked figure just now, making it seem like a fire burning in his heart, and he could not calm down.

After an entire hour, Xia Wushuang, who tossed and turned in bed, could not sleep, finally could not bear this torment. After a change of mind, his mind suddenly became lustful from his heart, and evil arose to his courage!

Didn’t Ye Xiaoya attack herself at night? She can also attack others at night! Well! San'er probably sleeps alone now, and she is the good target of her night attack!

Then...it was such a pleasant decision!

Xia Wushuang put on her clothes and shoes, and she slipped out of her bedroom on tiptoe.

There is no moonlight under the dark clouds. At night, except for some places where lights and wine are still bright, the whole world is pitch black.

The breeze at night quietly lingers in the high walls of the courtyard. They gradually melt together, with a faint sound of wind, and passes through the long corridor, bringing a hint of coldness to Xia Wushuang.

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with having a sister in the Crystal Palace?" Xia Wushuang said to herself in a strange tone, but no one was destined to answer him.

Because the only number seven that could hear him whispering in a low voice was innocently lying on the gun when Ye Xiaoya crawled into Xia Wushuang's bedroom. She was shot directly into the dark room by an unscrupulous guy without saying a word. Even if he cried and could not be exiled.

"I'm still too young, and I'm at a loss because of my brother-sister relationship." With a little regret, Xia Wushuang walked through the long corridor and arrived in the backyard specially designed for women.

Out of the evil idea of ​​the designer, the main body of the 'Tianzi No. 3' villa is actually the largest backyard. This is the source of the courtyard pond. Not only is there an idle garden, a garden of plants and trees, but also a lot of pavilions and carved railings and ancient wing rooms. Not to mention living in a dozen women who are competing for beauty, it is not a problem to have a dozen.

In order not to let Ye Xiaoya and Ji Xiu notice something strange, Xia Wushuang hid herself in the black shadow, and then sneakily prepared to touch Hong San's room through the window.

Of course, before doing this, Xia Wushuang was still cautiously releasing a trace of his own breath. Otherwise, if the alert Hong San said "Fist of Love and Breaking Yan" without saying anything, he would have no place to cry even if he had tears.

However, the window was locked by the third sister with the "Power of the King of Ming" and could not be opened even with brute force.

There was an inexplicable commotion in the room at the right time, and then the third sister laughed slightly with a joking sound and came out of the room: "The door is not locked, why are you going to learn to drill into the window?"

Xia Wushuang scratched her head, grinned, and without thinking about anything, she went straight back to the main entrance.

"Why are you still sleeping?" Xia Wushuang held the door handle and gently pushed it inward. She entered the boudoir carefully arranged by Hong San with a hint of ruffian spirit.

"Hey, I want to sleep..." The room was pitch black, and the third sister sighed slightly with resentment.

"What's wrong?" Xia Wushuang closed the door, the curtains around him had been pulled up, and the whole room was deliberately used by someone, and the black magic was thunderous. Even though Xia Wushuang had a six-colored hour wheel rotation in his eyes, he still couldn't see the shape of his third sister clearly.

The room suddenly became quiet. The soft breathing of the third sister came from a faint sound.

"What kind of tune is this?" Listening to the sound of a sudden and nervous breathing on the big bed, Xia Wushuang was confused and didn't know what tricks Hong San, who had always been so generous, was going to play.

Xia Wushuang gently walked to the edge of Hong San's big bed.

Although there was no light in the room and his only vision was blocked by black magic, Xia Wushuang's perception ability, comparable to that of a dusk-level magician, was not covered. Even in such a dark situation, he still had no discomfort.

A faintly. Xia Wushuang sensed a gentle body at the edge of the big bed, trembling all over her body, lying quietly there. The thin sheet was covered by her head, with uneven breathing sounds, nervousness, uneasiness, and other various emotions.

Moreover, Xia Wushuang clearly felt that a pair of delicate jade hands were tightly tucking a corner of the sheet, and his fingers were very hard, almost breaking the bedding.

"I'm sick?" Xia Wushuang didn't have time to think about the causes and consequences. Seeing that Hong San was in a different situation, he suddenly felt anxious and wanted to reach out to pull the thin sheet covering Hong San's head.

However, before he could touch the thin bedding, his delicate and tender lotus arms, which were as delicate as jade, suddenly stretched out from under the bed, hooking Xia Wushuang's neck very hard...
Chapter completed!