The Little Sunflower Essence of the Doomsday Boss [ Danmei MTL ]

138: Cloak Man

When Cheng Yuan woke up, he found that it was the third day.

Gan!

When he moved slightly, his waist seemed to be restrained, it was sore and painful, and he felt so heavy that he couldn't move.

"It's like being run over by a big truck." The boy wrinkled his pretty face, showing a bitter look, and was about to cry.

"Wrong, it was run over by big..." A muffled laughter sounded in his ears.

Cheng Yuan's ears turned red, only to find that Qin Xiaohan was actually there, and quickly pulled the quilt to cover his body.

Just a quick glance, he saw all kinds of red and purple marks on his body, which was extremely terrifying.

This is too exaggerated!

He hasn't dressed yet... Cheng Yuan bit his lip, his two smooth legs rubbing unnaturally under the quilt.

He really want to get into the cracks in the ground.

Qin Xiaohan's eyes were dark, and he thoughtfully stretched out his hand to massage the sore part of the boy's waist, although a pair of big palms was not very honest.

Cheng Yuan bit his lip hard to hold back his voice.

Perhaps it was because he disliked this position for being inconvenient for massage, Qin Xiaohan tutted lightly, took the boy out of the quilt, put it on his lap, spread his legs, and sat face to face

Ah ah ah ah!

Cheng Yuan panicked, his whole body was red from shyness, and he squeezed his legs nervously, trying to curl himself up.

After all, he has no clothes on now!

But in this position, he couldn't hide at all, he just clamped Qin Xiaohan's leg.

He was even slapped by Qin Xiaohan teasingly, "Baby, don't clamp it so tightly."

Cheng Yuanwu cried out, biting his shoulder,  grinding his flesh, crying vaguely, "You are bad, I'm not good with you..."

Qin Xiaohan's eyes darkened, his throat slid up and down.

For him, the boy is a powerful spring.

But looking at the miserable marks on the boy's body, Qin Xiaohan tried his best to endure the thought and massaged him carefully.

Although he suffered so much grievance as soon as he woke up, Cheng Yuan was a good boy. He never held grudges. He soon hummed under Qin Xiaohan's massage.

Until he felt some kind of change.

Soft seats become hard seats!

Cheng Yuan stood upside down with the hair on his back, jumped up and rushed into the bathroom in a hurry, "I, I have a urgency to urinate!"

Qin Xiaohan laughed hoarsely.

He took a set of clothes from the space, walked to the bathroom, tapped on the glass door with his fingers, "Baby, you didn't have your clothes."

"I, I have clothes!" It was strange, only the unpleasant bathrobes.

But he was afraid that as soon as he opened the door, he would lead a wolf into the room, such as a satyr outside, so he had to speak hard.

Qin Xiaohan knew what his boy was thinking, and was extremely helpless, "You open the door, and your husband promises not to do anything, okay?"

In order to coax the boy to open the door, Qin Xiaohan's eyes flashed and he coughed lightly, "Again, we've been fighting for two days, the baby has squeezed the husband dry."