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regret.

Now I really regret it.

Shi An collapsed on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling blankly.

He has forgotten how he came back here yesterday.

Probably it was brought back by Mu Heng.

Today is definitely the darkest day since he became a human being.

It really hurts.

After the effect of adrenaline disappears, what is left seems to be endless exhaustion and...

pain.

It's not the sharp sting of injury, this kind of pain is more prolonged and lasting.

A slight movement of the fingers will involve the muscles, and the muscles, bones and flesh all over the body are wailing overloaded.

The previous memories were too fragmented and chaotic. The struggles and embraces between light and shadows, the scorching gasps and whimpers, the sense of pleasure that the senses can bear has its limits, and the desire that is so powerful that it can almost drown people almost made him feel panicked and panicked. fear.

At first I refused, and then I started asking for...

--Things are also out of control from this moment.

"..."

Shi An slowly closed his eyes, sadly no longer remembering.

...I regret it.

I really regret it.

Those three monsters are right, human beings are really a mean and shameless race... and they are really good at lying!

At this moment, there was the sound of the door being pushed open.

Shi An shuddered subconsciously, and instinctively changed back to the form of a dragon.

But the action was so great that he couldn't help but screamed, and fell on the bed with a trembling trembling force of physiological tears.

Mu Heng's heart was tense, and he hurried forward.

I saw a small bulge protruding under the quilt on the huge bed, half of the tail of the little silver dragon was exposed, and he had not had time to retract.

While he was relieved, he wanted to laugh a little.

Mu Heng put the tray on the bedside table next to him, sat down on the edge of the bed, then reached out and poked the small silver-white tail tip.

The tip of his tail trembled, and then he was pulled back into the quilt at the fastest speed.

There was a faint "Woo" from the drum bag again, and Mu Heng laughed:

"Woke up?"

"..."

There was no reply in the quilt.

"Still hurting?"

"..."

The quilt is still quiet.

"Are you hungry?" Mu Heng continued to patiently ask the third question.

The little drum bag moved, and then, the little silver dragon carefully poked out the small half of his head, a pair of gold and red vertical pupils were dimly lit, and he looked at the human in front of him vigilantly.