"Okay, today's matter is his fault, I will teach you a lesson, are you still okay? Let's go."

She coldly issued the order to evict the guest, but couldn't help but said:

"Be careful in the future, the God of Lust will probably plan to hunt and kill you again. I was exposed today, and it will be difficult to go to the black market run by Bishop Bing to inquire about news in the future. I can't help you."

Bending over, her round and charming eyes suddenly widened, showing an expression of disbelief, and her delicate body froze there.

Zhang Yuanqing held her buttocks from behind, and pressed the scorching hot "Magic Pestle" against the gap between her buttocks. The dry-mouthed and honest man honestly expressed his thoughts:

"Auntie Xiaoyuan, I want to sleep with you"

At this time, Kou Beiyue woke up faintly, cursing:

"My thigh hurts."

Before she finished speaking, Xiaoyuan, who was bent over, retracted her knife and slashed at him. Kou Beiyue kicked her legs and passed out again.

Zhang Yuanqing sat on the chair with a bruised nose and a swollen face, looked at Xiaoyuan who was beside the bed with an indifferent expression, "Well, that, I said, it's all the props' fault, do you believe it?"

Madoka got up silently, and looked at him expressionlessly:

"You should rest first, and I will come to you again after the price of the item has passed."

There was still some blush on his cheeks.

Without waiting for Zhang Yuanqing to agree, she lifted Kou Beiyue on the bed and turned to leave the room.

Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed exhausted physically and mentally, covered with blood-stained quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already daylight.

There was a bowl of hot porridge and a few side dishes on the bedside table, and beside the desk opposite the bed was a set of clean and tidy clothes. Judging by the style and size, they should belong to Kou Beiyue.

Now I don't know how to get along with Xiaoyuan anymore, I have to ask my life mentor for help. Zhang Yuanqing sighed silently, finished his breakfast, took a shower in the bathroom, and changed into Kou Beiyue's underwear.

Kou Beiyue has just grown up, her body is immature, she is a head shorter than him, her pants are fine, but her short sleeves don't fit very well.

Zhang Yuanqing walked to the bedside table, dialed the front desk phone, and said:

"I woke up!"

Madoka's "hmm" came from the front desk, and then hung up.

A few minutes later, Madoka, who was wearing the uniform of the hotel's front desk, knocked on the door, she sat on the chair by the desk, and said:

"Any official plans?"

Her expression was as usual, as if she had forgotten the embarrassing scene last night.

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head:

"It's impossible for me to know the plans of the elders, but with what happened last night, it is very likely that the God of Lust will lurk completely, and even temporarily leave Songhai.

"A peak saint is determined to hide. I don't think the elders can find out, otherwise there won't be so many wanted criminals."

If Lust leaves Songhai, no matter how unwilling he is, he will have no way to retaliate.

Not reconciled, really not reconciled. JrNovels.com