Chapter 1296

"Hula --"

Su Kui reached out and swept all the things on the table, together with the tablecloth.

Jane was pushed down on the dining table with a huge crystal chandelier on her head. She was dazzled by the sunshine outside the window. He raised an arm to block his eyes, lost his vision, and his body became more sensitive.

Su Kui couldn't help bending her eyes and looking at herself with only one hand, she let the man follow her movements, and her chest heaved violently. The heavy breathing sprayed from her nose was affirmation of her ability.

His shirt was opened with cold fingertips, with mental strength. Where he passed, the cloth was automatically separated to both sides.

She points his heart and asks, "admit it, you lost in this emotional game!" The voice with metal texture is long and languid, and the red lips are like blood stained roses, evil and confusing.

Jane only felt that there was a fire burning in her body, and that cold little hand, that unique voice, had become the most tender catalyst. Lethal, no less than manrochun.

He clasped Su Kui's hand tightly and rolled his Adam's apple. "Give it to me."

The deep and hoarse voice, like the elegant violin, comes together, "cold pupil!" He couldn't help grabbing her troubled hand and gritting her teeth.

"If you provoke me like this again, I'll take care of you!"

From the fingertips out of a transparent thin line, separated by mental powers, tight man tied on the table, in any case, like a man willing to surrender to her.

"No," said Su Kui, with her head askew and a free laugh, "unless you ask me."

The sharp fingertips cut through his chest, slightly painful, but comfortable, more obvious.

Men's well-defined facial features are immersed in the bright and warm sunshine. They can't open their eyes. Their long and thick black eyelashes are set off by the sunshine. Each of them is wrapped in the delicate light.

Tut, sexy mess.

In particular, other broad and strong chest, but also a thin sweat, set off those white scars, is a man full of spirit.

Su Kui leaned over and kissed his hot thin lips. "Oh, please."

"Cold pupil, don't provoke me..." Thin beads of sweat appeared on Jane's full forehead and slid down her chin. There was endless dark light in her brown eyes.

"What can I do to provoke you?" Under her hand, grab it!

"Well --"

Jane stands up, leans back her long sexy neck, and then falls back to the table, like a dehydrated fish, leaving only a weak breath.

"Please?" Su Kui's patience is very good. This is an invisible game. Whoever takes the initiative to beg for mercy will lose.

Is he the most loyal dog, or himself, to be his clever cat, the end is set!

"Please..."

He finally blurted out, "I admit defeat, cold pupil, count you ruthless!" What else can he do with his weakness?

Even if he is as strong as he is outside, he is still not strong under a certain woman.

The bright smile blooms in the corner of the lips, the pear vortex of the cheeks sinks deeply. She looks down on the man and points his lips, "meet you, my man!"

The warm sunshine sprinkled into the room, and the whole hall was covered by the barrier made of mental force. The servants could not see the pictures in the hall, but only heard the painful and joyful breathing, and then they knew what happened to the hair in the room, blushing and retreating.