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Chapter 172 The Sick Noble Young Master (7)
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Because El had always been too respectful and submissive, treating him completely as his master, Su Tang had even been thinking about how to push him down, and never expected that he would act in such an over and above the line.

Su Tang was completely stunned and couldn't believe it.

After being urged and slapped by the system, a soft voice sounded in the bedroom.

El was beaten, but he didn't act like he was beaten at all.

He even curled his lips and smiled, a little amused.

El held Su Tang's hand that was still in the air, looked down at it seriously, and said in a hoarse voice, "Does Master's hand hurt?"

Su Tang blinked, confused.

Wasn't he the one who hit people? Why did the one who was beaten still care about him?

El held his hand and watched quietly. The young master is pampered, has a delicate body, and a skin as delicate as jade, without any blemishes, and is as delicate as a work of art. Even if I rub it hard, I am worried that it will leave red marks.

After such a light slap, a light red color appeared on the palm of the hand.

El frowned, a little distressed, lowered his head and kissed his red palm.

The kiss was very light, like the brushing of a feather, making people tickle.

Su Tang couldn't help but flinched, tried to pull his hand back, and said sternly: "How presumptuous!"

Originally, this was supposed to be a very powerful roar, but Su Tang had just been kissed, his breath was still a little confused, and his voice was a little softer. Instead, El scolded him even more emotionally.

When Su Tang saw it, he was even more stunned. Is he a douchebag? Are you happy being scolded and beaten?

Su Tang wanted to throw away her hand and drive him away, but she tried hard and still couldn't pull her hand back. It was held tightly by El, unable to move.

El circled his wrist and gently kneaded his palm with his fingertips. There was obvious concern in his eyes, just like usual, if the distance and posture between them were not too close now.

Su Tang looked at his movements and felt a little lustful for no reason.

Su Tang felt uncomfortable and shrank back, trying hard to maintain the arrogance of a young master, and said coldly: "Elfric, are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?!"

El immediately raised his eyes and stared at him intently. He gently pressed his lips with his other hand, rubbed and rubbed them. His lips were soft and could easily be deformed by pressure, and even touched his lips. seam, as if Su Tang was kissing his fingers.

El had already taken off his gloves, so there was no obstacle to his contact with Su Tang. He could feel the obvious body temperature, which seemed extremely ambiguous.

El's eyes were dark and deep, and his voice was incredibly hoarse, "I know it very well, but I can't control it."

He stared at Su Tang and repeated what he said just now, "Just look at me, okay?"

Paranoid, crazy, and even a little cautious to please.

As if afraid that Su Tang would refuse.

Su Tang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. His back was pressed against the head of the bed, and El was pressed very close to him in front of him, as if he was trapped in this small space.