The stars are not last night

In the elegant room, Huai Ying frowned and looked at Duan Nanshu, and said calmly: "His willpower is too strong, he can't go deep."

"Add medicine." Duan Nanshu picked up the tea and tasted it.

"Wait a minute." Huai Ying stopped the assistant who was about to give Han Ziyue an injection: "Two tubes of injections have been added, and I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it if I add more."

"Didn't you say that he has strong willpower?" Duan Nanshu asked back, with a bad tone.

"Mr. Duan, if this continues, Young Master Han's memory may be confused, causing schizophrenia."

"En." Responding lightly, Duan Nanshu still signaled Huaiying's assistant to inject Han Ziyue.

When the needle tip pierced the blood vessel, Han Ziyue struggled subconsciously, his brows were furrowed, and Duan Nanshu stretched out his hand to stretch it out for him.

After the hypnosis work was completed, Huai Ying left the room with his assistant.

Duan Nanshu awakened Han Ziyue with an aggressive kiss.

His lips hurt from being bitten, Han Ziyue opened his eyes, and bit back mercilessly.

Duan Nanshu propped his hands on the bed, distanced himself from Han Ziyue, looked down at the person below him, raised his eyebrows and said, "I really can't learn forever."

"I'm hungry." With the back of his hand to wipe his lips wetted by the perverted Duan, Han Zi jumped out.

"Yeah." Duan Nanshu pressed Han Ziyue again: "I'll send you to eat later."

"I'm going now!" Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out words word by word, expressing his strong desire to leave the bed.

"If you can knock me down, I'll let you go now."

Han Ziyue punched, was restrained, kicked, and was restrained.

Duan Nanshu leisurely tore off his tie, tied his hands on the head of the bed, watched his humiliation with angry eyes, and took off his outer pants and underwear to his knees.

His body was pierced ruthlessly, Han Ziyue paled and turned his head powerlessly.

When he felt that the sharp weapon in his body was about to attack for the third time, Han Zi struggled violently, it hurt so much, don't continue.

Duan Nanshu suppressed him, his desire for monopoly was as strong as his, and he would never allow Han Ziyue to make trouble in bed.

The pain in his lower body was screaming, and the emptiness in his stomach had already been covered up. Aware of Duan Nanshu's anger, Han Zi dared not struggle anymore. His eyes were red, and he collapsed on the bed in the position of being invaded by Duan Nanshu.

"Don't pretend to be dead." Duan Nanshu bumped hard, forcing Han Ziyue's tears to flow out.

"It hurts..." Han Zi said weakly.He didn't know how he offended Duan Nanshu again, he was stabbed directly without the foreground or the scene.

"Be good when you know it hurts." The voice was hoarse and sexy, and Duan Nanshu moved lightly.

It still hurts!In order to end this cruel thing to him as soon as possible, Han Ziyue cooperated clumsily.

It was early morning when Duan Nanshu let him go.

After taking a bath, and changing into clean pajamas for Han Ziyue, Duan Nanshu asked him tenderly, "Are you still hungry?"

"I want to drink ice water." Han Ziyue lowered his eyes, looking at the white sheets.

"Only drink hot fresh milk." Duan Nanshu stroked his hair helplessly.

"I don't want it." Han Ziyue retorted, got out of bed, left the bedroom, and walked straight to the kitchen.

Squatting in front of the refrigerator, looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator, Han Ziyue could only stare, because he didn't know how to cook, but he was so hungry.

After flipping through, there was no ready-made food, and my face drooped.

He missed the dinner time, and he really wanted to tear Duan Nanshu into pieces. Now that the servants are asleep at this point, Han Zi is more embarrassed to wake them up from their sleep to cook for him.

Duan Nanshu walked to the kitchen and saw Han Ziyue's annoyed expression, so he knew what happened.

He took materials from the refrigerator neatly and made a simple salmon risotto.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's hard to eat." While stuffing food into his mouth, Han Zi never forgot to give a bad review.

Duplicity, Duan Nanshu put his hands on his cheeks, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.

After finishing a large plate of salmon risotto and pouring himself a glass of ice water, Han Ziyue kicked his flip flops back to his room.

Think of it as pampering once in a while, don't push too hard, and follow behind Han Ziyue, Duan Nanshu thought silently.

"Is this a bug bite?" Looking at the red spot on his arm, Han Ziyue asked Duan Nanshu.

Every time before Huaiying leaves, Duan Nanshu will signal to disguise the pinholes on Han Ziyue's arms as insect bites.

"Ah."

"Didn't you go to see Gambling Stone today? Then?"

"If you're drunk, I'll bring you back."

"No wonder I have a headache."

"Go to sleep."

"I want to watch a movie."

"Sleep or not?"

"Don't sleep."

"Then do it again."

"sleep."

"..." Duan Nanshu was only speechless when facing Han Ziyue.