Chapter 1217

Mianmian has lost his mind

She twists and turns excitedly. Zhan Muqian is worried that her movements are too big to hit her head.

Then he carefully protected her head with his palm, and his voice was confused and bewitched. "You said you love me, want me, and never leave me. You vowed to poison me, and my uncle helped you pour juice."

Mian Mian scratched him impatiently with his hand, almost scratching the skin on his chest

She sobbed and couldn't bear it

I just feel that the fire in my body will burn me at any time.

She cried and complained, "Why are you so stingy? I just want you to pour me a glass of juice. Why are you so bad? Ask so much. Help me. Hurry up, I want to drink juice..."

Zhan Mu sighed and patted her on the back.

The tone is as gentle as coaxing children.

"But the juice is in the fridge. I can't get it until I walk there. Uncle is tired. I need you to coax me, so I can walk there and help you."

Cotton kneeling on the carpet, cheeks as red as ripe tomatoes.

Her eyes are full of water, and almost full of desire

She knows what she wants.

It's just too embarrassing. She doesn't want to say it.

She felt that, so hot, as long as she could drink some juice, it would slow down, and she would hold back

Zhan Muqian refused to help.

She sat on the floor and spread out her hands and feet and cried.

"Give me the juice quickly, or I'll be angry. You bastard, help me quickly..."

Zhan Muqian is still in such a light tone, "first you say you love me, do you love me, Mianmian?"

Cotton wool's brain is going to explode.

Her IQ is no different from that of a six or seven year old.

She is not in the mood to think about love or not.

She just felt hot.

Want to drink something cold

Want to eat

Want to eat a man.

A man who is strong enough to be full of her

Zhan Muqian smiled, "the disobedient child has no juice to drink."

Mian Mian's eyes were glistening with tears, and his big eyes were staring at him.

Looking at his cold side face, he cried a few times, and then crawled to him like a wounded little milk cat, holding him and rubbing against him.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, OK, can I have juice?"

Zhan Muqian rubbed her head with satisfaction. "Then you sit here and I'll take it for you. Don't move around. Don't touch yourself, eh?"

Cotton cotton nodded at a loss.

Waiting for him to go to the refrigerator not far away to get a bottle of strawberry juice.

But when he got the strawberry juice, he didn't go back to her.

He did not know where he had gone, and it was a long time before he came back.

Mian Mian is so angry that she kicks straight. "Why are you so slow!"

Zhan Muqian put the bottle of juice on the ground.

A few meters away from Mianmian, Mian Mian seems to be thirsty, crawling to try to climb forward, reaching out to hook while climbing.

Zhan Muqian holds her up and firmly holds her in his arms.

He just got the juice and came back with a set of soft ropes.

He pressed the cotton hot body, and tied her up little by little.

The binding is not very tight, but the skill is very high, so that no matter how she twists, it is impossible for her to break free only by her own strength.