Chapter 1093
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Leng Kuang is fond of and admires all kinds of sabres. He also likes to collect all kinds of sabres.
When they were together, in state Z, he took her to his collection room to see all his collection of sabres.
After reading it, he showed her the Kukri cutlass made in Nepal, and told her that the whole body carburizing treatment, the black blade and handle, and the arc of the cutlass all conform to the principle of aerodynamics.
It's his favorite, favorite and handy saber.
Now, this saber fell to the ground. What does that mean?
Chu Qing didn't want to have an accident with Leng Kuang. He didn't want him to do anything because of her. That would shake her firm determination.
"Angel, go!" Michael yelled. Looking at her, he felt that the person she knew might not have known her simply. Maybe this person came to look for her.
"Good!" Chu Qing revived, holding the knife in his back hand.
She followed Michael forward, absent-minded.
Michael looked back at her, and then at the knife in her hand, still with a faint smile on her face.
But when he turned his head to look forward, the smile on his face immediately concentrated, and then gradually disappeared.
Chu Qing did not notice that something was wrong.
Walking forward, still immersed in their own thoughts.
Suddenly, Michael turns around, pulls Chu Qing's wrist and pulls her into his arms.
Caught off guard, Chu Qing fell backward.
Michael put his arm around her waist, spun around and pressed her against the tree behind her.
Then, he lowered his head, and his forehead was lower than that of Chu Qing.
Lips and lips are only separated by two centimeters, the breath of fusion, is very ambiguous.
Chu Qing's eyes widened, and the general's knife was against his shoulder: "Michael, what are you doing? Let me go
It's hard. Fortunately, it didn't come out of the sheath. Otherwise, he had to stab Michael.
With a low smile, Michael put out his hand on Chu Qing's head and gently kneaded a, "whose saber? Your lover
Without thinking about it, Chu Qing rejected it: "no!"
Michael smiles and naturally takes Chu Qing's hand, as if they are lovers who have been in love for a long time.
Chu Qing instinctively resisted his hand.
But Michael's big, powerful hand held her hand tightly and said nothing.
"Michael, I think you may have misunderstood something," Chu Qing knew that foreigners were very open. She didn't know if she had provoked him to think about it. She quickly explained to him.
Michael slightly bent his peach blossom eyes. There was tenderness that he didn't find himself in there: "I didn't misunderstand anything. You just want to tell you, jet 'Aime!"
He said the last few words in French.
Chu Qing knew French, and naturally understood what it meant.
Her eyes widened and she looked at Michael in surprise. "Michael, I'm Chinese. I grew up in China. Our people are more traditional. I'm not used to such jokes. I feel too unreal and boring to make such jokes."
I have known that Westerners are more open, but I really didn't think of it.
They didn't know each other for 24 hours, but they said they liked him.
What do these Westerners like? Sex?
Michael shakes his head. "No, no, no, no, I'm not kidding. I'm serious!"
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Leng Kuang is fond of and admires all kinds of sabres. He also likes to collect all kinds of sabres.
When they were together, in state Z, he took her to his collection room to see all his collection of sabres.
After reading it, he showed her the Kukri cutlass made in Nepal, and told her that the whole body carburizing treatment, the black blade and handle, and the arc of the cutlass all conform to the principle of aerodynamics.
It's his favorite, favorite and handy saber.
Now, this saber fell to the ground. What does that mean?
Chu Qing didn't want to have an accident with Leng Kuang. He didn't want him to do anything because of her. That would shake her firm determination.
"Angel, go!" Michael yelled. Looking at her, he felt that the person she knew might not have known her simply. Maybe this person came to look for her.
"Good!" Chu Qing revived, holding the knife in his back hand.
She followed Michael forward, absent-minded.
Michael looked back at her, and then at the knife in her hand, still with a faint smile on her face.
But when he turned his head to look forward, the smile on his face immediately concentrated, and then gradually disappeared.
Chu Qing did not notice that something was wrong.
Walking forward, still immersed in their own thoughts.
Suddenly, Michael turns around, pulls Chu Qing's wrist and pulls her into his arms.
Caught off guard, Chu Qing fell backward.
Michael put his arm around her waist, spun around and pressed her against the tree behind her.
Then, he lowered his head, and his forehead was lower than that of Chu Qing.
Lips and lips are only separated by two centimeters, the breath of fusion, is very ambiguous.
Chu Qing's eyes widened, and the general's knife was against his shoulder: "Michael, what are you doing? Let me go
It's hard. Fortunately, it didn't come out of the sheath. Otherwise, he had to stab Michael.
With a low smile, Michael put out his hand on Chu Qing's head and gently kneaded a, "whose saber? Your lover
Without thinking about it, Chu Qing rejected it: "no!"
Michael smiles and naturally takes Chu Qing's hand, as if they are lovers who have been in love for a long time.
Chu Qing instinctively resisted his hand.
But Michael's big, powerful hand held her hand tightly and said nothing.
"Michael, I think you may have misunderstood something," Chu Qing knew that foreigners were very open. She didn't know if she had provoked him to think about it. She quickly explained to him.
Michael slightly bent his peach blossom eyes. There was tenderness that he didn't find himself in there: "I didn't misunderstand anything. You just want to tell you, jet 'Aime!"
He said the last few words in French.
Chu Qing knew French, and naturally understood what it meant.
Her eyes widened and she looked at Michael in surprise. "Michael, I'm Chinese. I grew up in China. Our people are more traditional. I'm not used to such jokes. I feel too unreal and boring to make such jokes."
I have known that Westerners are more open, but I really didn't think of it.
They didn't know each other for 24 hours, but they said they liked him.
What do these Westerners like? Sex?
Michael shakes his head. "No, no, no, no, I'm not kidding. I'm serious!"
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Leng Kuang is fond of and admires all kinds of sabres. He also likes to collect all kinds of sabres. When they were together, in state Z, he took her to his collection room to see all his collection of sabres. After reading it, he showed her the Kukri cutlass made in Nepal, and told her that the whole body carburizing treatment, the black blade and handle, and the arc of the cutlass all conform to the principle of aerodynamics. It's his favorite, favorite and handy saber. Now, this saber fell to the ground. What does that mean? Chu Qing didn't want to have an accident with Leng Kuang. He didn't want him to do anything because of her. That would shake her firm determination. "Angel, go!" Michael yelled. Looking at her, he felt that the person she knew might not have known her simply. Maybe this person came to look for her. "Good!" Chu Qing revived, holding the knife in his back hand. She followed Michael forward, absent-minded. Michael looked back at her, and then at the knife in her hand, still with a faint smile on her face. But when he turned his head to look forward, the smile on his face immediately concentrated, and then gradually disappeared. Chu Qing did not notice that something was wrong. Walking forward, still immersed in their own thoughts. Suddenly, Michael turns around, pulls Chu Qing's wrist and pulls her into his arms. Caught off guard, Chu Qing fell backward. Michael put his arm around her waist, spun around and pressed her against the tree behind her. Then, he lowered his head, and his forehead was lower than that of Chu Qing. Lips and lips are only separated by two centimeters, the breath of fusion, is very ambiguous. Chu Qing's eyes widened, and the general's knife was against his shoulder: "Michael, what are you doing? Let me go It's hard. Fortunately, it didn't come out of the sheath. Otherwise, he had to stab Michael. With a low smile, Michael put out his hand on Chu Qing's head and gently kneaded a, "whose saber? Your lover Without thinking about it, Chu Qing rejected it: "no!" Michael smiles and naturally takes Chu Qing's hand, as if they are lovers who have been in love for a long time. Chu Qing instinctively resisted his hand. But Michael's big, powerful hand held her hand tightly and said nothing. "Michael, I think you may have misunderstood something," Chu Qing knew that foreigners were very open. She didn't know if she had provoked him to think about it. She quickly explained to him. Michael slightly bent his peach blossom eyes. There was tenderness that he didn't find himself in there: "I didn't misunderstand anything. You just want to tell you, jet 'Aime!" He said the last few words in French. Chu Qing knew French, and naturally understood what it meant. Her eyes widened and she looked at Michael in surprise. "Michael, I'm Chinese. I grew up in China. Our people are more traditional. I'm not used to such jokes. I feel too unreal and boring to make such jokes." I have known that Westerners are more open, but I really didn't think of it. They didn't know each other for 24 hours, but they said they liked him. What do these Westerners like? Sex? Michael shakes his head. "No, no, no, no, I'm not kidding. I'm serious!" www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
