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  Chapter 165   Begging for Mercy
  "Sleep! Don't worry if there is a vain guarding you, it will notify us in advance if there is danger!"

Bai Qingyun narrowed her peachy eyes, smiled and patted the place beside her, she lifted the quilt and covered herself, revealing herself. The delicate face with the big palm of the hand, the skin is fair and tender, just in sharp contrast with this dark green brocade.

  Xiao Jin rolled her apple a few times, put the coat she took off to one side, and lay down stiff.

  "Qing Yun...can...can it?" When

  asked this, the two people under the quilt touched each other on the side that was next to each other, and the smooth white skin caused him to tremble slightly.

  Bai Qingyun fluttered a sentence:

  "...The tents of your two comrades-in-arms are only an arm's distance from our tent."

  Xiao Jin didn't dare to move at all. In his bones, he was a bit old-fashioned and respectful. Bai Qingyun was right. I spotted him on this point.

  After a delicate yawn, her body stretched with her legs, Bai Qingyun completely relaxed her body and fell asleep...

  Xiao Jin...Why should he suffer such torture again?
  Unlike Bai Qingyun, who slept extraordinarily sweetly, Xiao Jin suffered a whole night of inhuman treatment.

  The next day, with dark circles under her eyes and a cold expression on her face, she hurried along. On the other hand, Bai Qingyun smiled and talked to Qiangwei from time to time.

  Xiao Jin...

  only reacted at this moment, and finally realized that she was annoyed by his little goblin again.

  That night, when setting up a tent, Xiao Jin hesitated and hesitated again and again, and finally failed to ask for an extra tent under Bai Qingyun's glowing peachy eyes.

  ... That night Bai Qingyun was wearing a small lace dress with sling, and Xiao Jin's blood flowed up and down, and the nosebleeds flowed down again.

  Bai Qingyun took out a pack of cotton and a pack of tissues very intimately, knelt down in front of him and helped him wipe his nosebleeds.

  Xiao Jin couldn't help howling in her heart as she watched the neckline opened extremely low, and she wore a thin-skinned and tender body of Bai Qingyun that had been dangling in front of him.

  When he finally couldn't help but pounce, Bai Qingyun fluttered and shouted out:
  "Qianwei, remember to call us if there is a movement in the middle of the night..."

  Xiao Jin stretched out her hand to cover her slightly opened cherry mouth, stiffening and not daring to mess up. verb: move.

  "What?"