Han Mo Ze gently dressed Liu Rushuang!
Liu Rushuang clenched her hands!
What a man!
So after wearing them, they will go out of the Moon Palace.
Han Mo Ze smiles and threatens: "if you dare to step out of the hall door! Believe it or not, I'll keep you in bed forever. "
Liu Rushuang turned stiffly.
Facing the cold ink, helplessly turned his lips.
Why don't you let her go?
Isn't her body completely seen?
What else can I do with her?
Do you want to treat her like that every day?
Sobbing
It's full of internal flow!
Liu Rushuang turned and went to the dressing table. Her hair was scattered.
It has to be sorted out!
Blame that tyrant!
She would have been burnt to death if the ordinary man had treated her like that!
Han Mo Ze walks to Liu Rushuang's back, and pulls out all the jewelry on Liu Rushuang's beautiful ink hair like a waterfall.
Then he picked up a comb and straightened Liu Rushuang's hair.
Liu Rushuang's eyes widened slightly!
This tyrant would comb a woman's hair!
Hum!
Must be a romantic man!
It's impossible to change a woman a day!
She was touched by such a dirty man!
It's hateful to think about it!
Han Moze smoothly put his fingers in and out of Liu Rushuang's hair. Soon he combed up a fluffy and beautiful bun behind his head, then fixed it with several silver pearls, and then inserted a hairpin with a silver tassel on the side. Finally, he put two bundles of long ink hair around his neck and placed them in front of Liu Rushuang's chest.
Liu Rushuang sees the complicated and beautiful bun behind her head in the mirror and reaches out to touch it. It's really good!
What a clever hand the tyrant has!
But it was a romantic man, so he whispered sarcastically, "what a dirty man!"
Han Mo Ze frowned, pinched Liu Rushuang's chin, staring at Liu Rushuang's clear and moving eyes, and said with a smile: "what do you say? Say it again
"It hurts. Let go Liu Rushuang felt a pain in his chin and called.
Han Moze continued to ask: "who do you say is dirty?"
Liu Rushuang said vaguely, "I I said the wrong thing! Let go of me
Han Moze released Liu Rushuang's chin with kindness.
Liu Rushuang touched his chin and murmured discontentedly: "it is, but I don't want people to say it."
Cold Mo Ze gas ground teeth, this hateful woman, then cold voice way: "where do you see I dirty?"
Liu Rushuang stood up and looked directly at the cold ink Ze, and said coolly, "otherwise, how can you comb a woman's hair? It is obvious that you are so skilled in combing women's hair
The corner of Han Mo Ze's mouth was intrigued and sneered: "what? Is frost jealous? "
Liu Rushuang's anger was boiling in her eyes. She spat out her tongue and snorted scornfully: "who will be jealous for you? Think of the beauty! I'm not so bad as to like a man like you! "
Han Moze is angry!
Which lofty man can endure being scolded dirty!
What's more, Han Moze, the man who has never touched a woman!
It's unjust, isn't it?
What's more, he served the woman like that, and the woman insulted him for nothing!
Hum!
The elegant wide sleeves of the cold ink wave in the air.
In an instant, Liu Rushuang smelled a smell of flowers. She was shocked and immediately covered her nose. Then she ran to the front hall.
How can this tyrant get so angry!
It's impossible to communicate!
Han Moze swept up with his left hand, and a thick ice blue barrier appeared in the room.
"Bang!" Liu Rushuang touches the barrier.
It's very sad!
What a killer!
Soon, Liu Rushuang's strength disappeared and fell to the ground.
Bite your teeth and howl!
She won't say that tyrant is dirty!
Really dare not say!
She was weak in front of that tyrant!
Sobbing
Why is this?