245, whip out

The night was as cool as water, the window was open, and Han Jing slept a little uneasily. From time to time, she turned over and said vague words. With only her belly pocket on her chest, the spring mountain was half dew, and the mercury-like moon rippled on her slender body with her bones.

In her sleep, she restrained the unique jumping spirit, and she was as pitiful as an ordinary innocent girl. The most important thing is that she inadvertently put her finger into her mouth and smiled, which was too powerful.

Out of the window, Yang Feng looked at the sleeping man with a spoiled smile. He smiled silently, revealing two rows of white teeth shining under the moonlight.

The pride soaked in the bone marrow can't stop him from spying. When he appeared outside Hanjing's window, a guard rushed to find that it was he who quietly retreated, but the surprised expression when they left was clearly seen by him even in the night.

The love network is so deep that he doesn't even bother to cover it up in front of his subordinates. Even if Han Jing tramples on his manly dignity in a high profile, he can't care about it. As long as she can change her mind, he doesn't care about the so-called face problem.

The light and slender appearance of her delicate lips made him move, and he couldn't stop the flames from rushing through the window.

A piece of ice-blue light burst out in the dark and accurately shot at Yang Feng. With a "bang", a lightning shield blocked the ice blue line and burst into the dark, forming a beautiful two-color flower.

Han Jing sat up suddenly and found that it was Yang Feng, and the subsequent attack stopped. Facing his hot eyes, her blush was bulging, and a row of neat silvery teeth bit her pink lower lip, and she felt ashamed to scold him.

"Jing, how can you forgive me? Why don't you whip me out?" Yang Feng said in a hoarse voice.

"Hmm!" A whip is only tickling this guy. Han Jing is not stupid. That's useless!

It's a victory if you don't drive him out directly. Yang Feng's enthusiastic suggestion: "I took off my clothes. Can you hit him with a whip dipped in salt water? I promise not to resist. If I don't keep my word, I will let me eat the crow without salt raw."

"When I'm stupid, you can't even leave a scar when you turn your head and rub the medicine. Get out of here, I don't want to see you liar!" I couldn't help it, and Han Jing rolled her eyes hard.

After listening to this childish words, Yang Feng didn't laugh, "I promise that I will never take medicine without your permission. I swear by my heart." He said it seriously.

It's also good to pump this guy out in a breath. Han Jing felt it, tilted her head and thought about it, and said, "There should also be inverted thorns on the whip, and there must be that kind of poison like insect bites and ants on the thorn."

"Do you want to be so cruel?" Yang Feng felt that he was really dizzy and actually made this suggestion. Even if he suggested that she bite herself with her teeth, at most, she could bite a piece of meat cruelly even if she bit her skin?

"If you don't want to pull it down, get out!"

"Okay, it's up to you. Come on." Yang Feng also risked his life and asked his subordinates to prepare a whip, which should be poisonous and a bucket of salt water.

Han Jing didn't expect that Yang Feng would really let people prepare these things. When the whip and salt water were sent, Yang Feng stuffed the whip into her hand and blurted out, "Really?"

Yang Feng, who had taken off his coat and stood on his back to the bed, turned his head and smiled, "Of course it's best if you are reluctant to fight."

The proportion of his figure is very uniform, his skin is not as rough as ordinary men, his lines are smooth and masculine, and his muscles seem to contain infinite strength without a trace of fat.

I didn't expect that men also have beautiful and seductive times. Han Jing subconsciously squinted and admired his body. What she wanted to do in her heart was to touch his body, instead of pulling out ugly scars on it with a whip. Hearing this, she secretly bit her tongue, and the pain made her awake and ashamed.

"Hmm, I can't bear to beat you to death all of a sudden. I can't relieve my anger!" Han Jing said fiercely. In order to prove that she was not lying, she whipped it hard.

With a crisp crack, Yang Feng left a deep scar on his body, like a thick centipede. He kept his promise and had no luck to resist. This time, he felt a hot pain on his back. After the pain, he felt itchy like insects and ants biting. It was fake to say that it was not uncomfortable. However, he was excited instead.

"Come again!"

"Bang!"

"Eat harder, Jing, vent all your anger."

Yang Feng was painful and happy. His voice betrayed him, so that Han Jing, who was still a little unbearable, found that he was still very useful. Suddenly, he was furious, and his men intensified their strength and whipped one whip after another like a storm.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Feng's back was crisscrossed with deep marks like centipede, which was painful and itchy, but at the same time he had a perverted pleasure.

I don't know whether it's because of shyness or force, there is a moist red light on the cold skin exposed in spring, and her lips are high and her cheeks are like clouds. By chance, when he turned around and saw her appearance, Yang Feng couldn't help but put her on the spot.

After all, Yang Feng still did not dare to move and used all his willpower to control himself motionless.

With her hand, Han Jing whipped one whip after another, and there was a monotonous whip on the skin and flesh in the room.

Yang Feng is strong, and he can't stand beating like this without luck, but his feet seem to have been rooted on the ground, and the whip is not shaken on his body.

Finally, Han Jing threw away the whip and cried, "Why don't you hide!"

This girl still loves me when she shouts to kill me! Yang Feng smiled silently, afraid that she would find herself laughing and quickly restrained her smile.

"You forgot to dip it in salt water." He reminded him seriously and took the opportunity to look back at Han Jing, who was bowing her head and wiped her tears.

She fell on the edge of the bed, wiped the tears on the back of her left hand, and lifted her belly pocket at the end of the whip handle held in her right hand, which happened to reveal her round and seductive navel, which made his heart beat. Further up, her round jade arm and delicate collarbone were originally unobstructed. At this moment, he died after kissing Fangze, and he was willing to do it.

She suddenly looked up, and there was a flame jumping in Han Jing's tears. "In your eyes, Han Jing is a fool, isn't she? It's fun to make you look like a fool!" She gritted her teeth and asked.

"No, Jing, you misunderstood me. Really, I didn't want to lie to you. Can you listen to my explanation?" Lowering his posture, Yang Feng pleaded with that humble tone.

"Listen to your rhetoric and let you cheat, right? I wrote the words 'I'm easy to cheat' on Hanjing's face. Han Jing laughed angrily.

"I didn't want to lie to you, Han Jing. Before we knew each other, that damn marriage contract existed."

"It has a long history, should I admit my mistake to your righteous fiancee and beg her to let me be your concubine generously? Damn it, my life is to be an aunt, isn't it?"

"No, I don't think so!"

"Don't you think so? Really!" Han Jing asked, with a dangerous light in her eyes.

Yang Feng felt something was wrong, but he didn't want to turn around for a moment and promised: "I swear, I have never thought so."

"Haha, I don't even deserve to be your aunt Yang Feng. You just planned to play!" Speaking of hatred, Han Jing whipped again. The whip was drawn on the front, leaving a deep centipede mark on his chest from Yang Feng's left cheek.

The whip is poisonous. Even though Yang Feng doesn't care about his appearance, he is ugly and loses his face when he is broken by this mark on his face. Even so, he didn't say anything, let alone hate him.

If you love a woman to this extent, Yang Feng doesn't dare to think about it. For a long time, he thought that he could control Han Jing and let this evil genius grow up in his arms for his use.

He made Han Jing fall in love with himself, but at this moment, he found that he seemed to be deeper. Is this God going to punish the love debt he owed to the game flowers before? After her talent made him lose the capital to be proud, let him love her so much that he can't help loving her?

It's messy, and there is a voice shouting from the bottom of Yang Feng's heart: You can't indulge this woman without principle. She will ride on your head and be domineering!