"Yes." Su Kui didn't mind putting his hand on his lifeline. On that plain face, there was only a pair of delicate peach eyes that caught people's attention. With the twinkling of water in his eyes, swept obliquely, it was easily exciting.
"Oh?" Antonio raised his eyebrows.
Su Kui smiled like a flower, "Just now, didn't Mr. Antonio already say it? I'm honored to get this evaluation from you. It's just—" Speaking of this, her ending voice was picked, her tone suddenly frivolous, like a tease, "Mr. Antonio has been staying in my bedroom. This is not a gentleman's work, and I have a rule, I'm afraid you don't know."
"Talk about it?" The skin on the fingertips was radiant and smooth, like milk, without any blemishes.
And the people under his men looked like a sly little fox in front of him, but unfortunately, his hands had no power to bind a chicken. As long as his men used a little force, this slender and beautiful neck was about to be broken—
Su Kui held his hand with his backhand and pulled him off his neck. His fingers casually circled his palm, "Of course, but my rule is—" She had a sudden attack, and Antonio didn't think she would dare to do this. Doing it, there is no time to react in the future, the woman has turned away from the object and sat directly on him.
And she was firmly suppressed under her.
Su Kui squinted his peachy eyes and locked his face firmly with squishy eyes. This action caused his hood to slip off his head, and a satin-like silver hair poured out instantly and spread under him.
Fiddled with his lips, Su Kui approached him and whispered: "My bedroom, only my male pet can come in. Why, is it possible that Mr. Antonio is also interested in being my male pet?"
Feng's eyes froze, and the golden spot in the gray pupils began to spread, looking extremely dangerous.
"Woman, do you know what you are doing?"
"Of course," Su Kui replied without hesitation. She seemed to be playing with his strands of silver hair provocatively, and she felt so good. With such an exquisitely carved ice and snow beauty, she couldn't wait to develop further relationships with him. .
"Heh," Interesting, silver eyelashes drooped, and in the next second, Antonio suddenly realized that a large palm was enough to hold her hands firmly above her head, and even a single thought from him could make her unhappy. Mindful of resistance.
"Now, do you still want to insist on what you just said?" He leaned on top of her, and his gray, cold, snake-like eyes scanned her face unscrupulously, trying to find proof that she would be afraid, but, unfortunately, let him watch. No matter how careful it is, there is none.
The cold fingertips rubbed her cheeks, with a warm temperature, a temperature he didn't have, it was really nostalgic—
"It's a coincidence, I am also very interested in you, how about being my pet slave?"
"Okay," shrugged, spit out these words casually. Then suddenly he broke free from Antonio's restraint, clasped his back of his head with both hands, held his enviable silver hair tightly, and pressed it down.
Biting on it mercilessly.
"If you can conquer my heart, I am willing to serve you as your master and be your pet slave. If you can't—"
The corners of his lips hurt, he licked it slightly, the sweet smell was blood.
"If not, I will be your male favorite."
Bet, he was never afraid, even if the bargaining chip this time was his own.