I love this villain who wears it quickly

Chapter 165 The Sick Young Master's Black Moonlight 23
Shi Huan was not fully awake yet, his mind was a little dazed, and he asked blankly, "Where is this? The waist and kidneys, or somewhere else?"

As soon as the words fell, she felt the man's cool palm covering her fingertips, leading her to undo the buckle.

Then, she took off her coat and stuffed her little hands through the coat.

The warm and soft fingertips touched his waistline, cool, slippery and firm.

"Here, let me touch you, don't be angry, okay?"

The brochure said that women like a man's abs.

He seemed to be subdued, the pair of phoenix eyes that always looked extremely aggressive shrank their light, and a layer of gentleness appeared on his bewitching face.

Who can resist a beauty acting like a baby?

Only her!
"This one, I have to touch it first."

Shi Huan looked at the person on him with a smile, and spun a few times with his little hand, and saw his face suddenly changed.

Some people always act like a romantic veteran, but in fact they are little chicks who have never been out of the cage.

Ji Ye likes to read story books, and it involves a little bit of everything.

Typical hypothetical players with rich theoretical knowledge and zero actual combat experience.

Touching it was like killing him, and he almost devoured the girl under him in a rout.

However, the little hand began to go all the way up the sides of his waist.

His complexion changed slightly immediately, his eyes were complicated and tangled, and he really wanted to restrain the girl's messy hands.

But after struggling for a while, he let her go, and the emotion in his eyes gradually settled down, becoming dark and empty.

It seemed that as he fell, the air pressure in the entire room dropped a lot.

Shi Huan asked softly, "You don't want to?"

No.

He was going to take it off.

So what are you doing now?
Laughed lightly at himself, the ending sounded a bit seductive, and he said:
"Go on."

The beauties nodded, Shi Huan naturally no longer held back, and readily took off his underwear.

The skin is as white as snow, dazzling white.

But her attention was drawn to the red marks on his left chest.

The red lines follow the direction of the blood vessels, gradually expanding from the position of the heart to the surroundings.

She raised her eyes, her eyes were soft, and her voice was soft, she said:
"I told you, I'm stingy. If you want to calm down, you can't just touch it."

Warm hands slowly lifted up, holding Ji Ye's chin, and said word by word:

"You have to trade your secret."

She didn't know that Ji Ye had a problem with his chest, but when she first touched him, she observed his expression and felt that there was a secret hidden in his body.

He also faintly felt that he came here to tell her this secret.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, listening to him say:
"Okay, let me tell you."

"When I was seven years old, I was forcibly fed a kind of poison. At that time, I didn't know what it was, but since then, my heart always hurts, but I didn't die. I finally came to Donglan. Here People are very unfriendly and like to bully me. I was almost beaten to death once, but unfortunately, I still didn’t die.”

After all, he was a proton, and he was beaten to death not long after it was delivered, and the news was too ugly.

"An imperial doctor came over in the middle of the night. He said that I couldn't be cured. I was poisoned by the Heart-eating Grass and would not live long. Why waste the precious medicinal materials in the palace."

Heart-eating grass, a poisonous herb that has no cure.

After being poisoned, a red blood line will gradually appear on the chest, and the blood line will increase with the time of poisoning.

When it grows to the size of the entire heart, life is over.

It won't kill you instantly, but it will eat away at your life bit by bit, leaving you to watch yourself die.

How cruel.

However, it was his biological father who forced him to take the poison.

His red eyes drooped, and he looked at Shi Huan, revealing a trace of fragility and sadness:

"I was born a sinner, so no one in this world is willing to save me."

(End of this chapter)