"Tell me!" Mi Xue looked at Zou Zichuan stubbornly, her eyes firmly.

Zou Zichuan did not answer. He kissed Michelle with his lips and rubbed Michellene's body. Michellenene neither struggled nor fit. Her body was stiff and gritted her teeth tightly. Two lines of clear tears were shed on her face, showing a disappointed expression.

Michelle was disappointed.

This man has something to do in his heart. She can never enter the man's world. She doesn't know what he is thinking. She really wants this person to tell her what happened. She is willing to face it with him.

Suddenly, Zou Zichuan's movements stopped.

"Mi Xue. I said that I only raped my own enemies. You are not!" Zou Zichuan forced the burning desire. He gently wiped off Mi Xue's tears without any flaws on her face.

"Tell me!" Mi Xue didn't care about the half-naked clothes she took off. Her palm gently stroked Zou Zichuan's rough face. This face had begun to become angular and angular at some point. The lines on the arc-shaped face also became hard.

"The Reeder Empire is going to be in chaos!" Zou Zichuan looked at Mi Xue's face and paused word by word.

"when?"

"have no idea."

"Why do you want me to go back?"

“No reason.”

"You can't protect me?" Mi Xue touched Zou Zichuan's eyebrows. I don't know when. The curved eyebrows were also like blades because of the lines on them.

"I..." Zou Zichuan suddenly realized that he had been underestimating Mi Xue's wisdom. A simple conversation. Mi Xue had already surrounded him.

"Aren't you Zou Zichuan?" Mi Xue asked suddenly.

"I am. Not. Don't ask this question in the future." Zou Zichuan looked at Mi Xue expressionlessly.

"Zichuan. No matter how you change, I always remember it. You said that the control range of x Sansan is your disk. You will protect me. I believe in you!"

"You're not leaving?"

"I won't leave!" Michelle shook her head.

"Why?"

"You know the reason." Mi Xue's clear eyes did not shy away from Zou Zichuan's blade-like gaze.

"Are you with me?" Zou Zichuan looked at the woman in front of him, and a raging desire rose in his eyes. He was a normal man. The only difference was that he was a man with a strong desire to restrain himself. He could bury his own ** deeply. He could live like an ascetic.
Chapter completed!