Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 117

This was not the first time the man had seen Xue Yu.

He had seen him a few times when he came two days ago, but at that time Xue Yu was always followed by someone. He did not want to cause trouble, and he felt that he could not beat him, so he could only look at him with envy but did not dare to show up.

But today he saw Xue Yu alone, coming back alone, sleeping alone on the kang.

It was as if he had been given an opportunity to do whatever he wanted to Xue Yu, and no one would know, no one would find out.

The man's footsteps moved closer without him, his heart pounding. He had an incomparable sense of excitement, and the thought of being able to hug the little ghost that he had been thinking about every night made him so excited that his mouth was dry.

He wiped his face hard to make his panting less loud, and then reached out and pulled down Xue Yu's quilt.

Xue Yu's face was completely exposed, his neck was thin and white, and his skin was very sensitive. It was just that it was rubbed by the rough quilt, and when it encountered the cold air, it turned slightly red.

The dizzy smell became stronger.

"Damn it."

"You look like this, how dare your husband let you stay at home alone?"

The man who broke in without permission muttered to himself, staring at Xue Yu, his eyes were straight, and he was so excited.

Xue Yu seemed to be disturbed by the sound, but he didn't wake up. He just frowned slightly and wanted to squeeze to the wall, but the man grabbed his shoulders and fixed him.

He touched the two pink shoulders, rubbing his fingertips through the clothes, and touched it for a while. Gradually, he was not satisfied with such a touch, and his fingers lifted the collar to explore inside.

If he was not afraid of waking him up and making a noise to attract people, he would have pounced on him and hugged and sucked him, and he would not have waited until now.

But this slow progress was not very smooth. Xue Yu seemed to dislike his rough and hard fingers. He twisted his body to get into the quilt and didn't let him touch him. He pinched him and didn't let go, so Xue Yu pressed against his collar and screamed in pain.

The man was stunned by the sound, his throat was dry as if all the water was drained out, and his words were dry: "I haven't done anything yet, but you're screaming like this..."

He was a little dazed, and Xue Yu took advantage of his relaxation to save his shoulders, covered his face with the quilt again, and curled up in a ball.

The man's nose was filled with the fragrance again, he couldn't help but sniff, and couldn't restrain himself anymore, he lifted the quilt and wanted to do it to the man.

Of course he knew that this was not good and illegal, but there were no police in the slums.

Who would care?

"Even if I do it here, no one will care."

"Xue Yu? That's what they call you, right? It's so nice, you're so beautiful..."

"But there's something I really want to know. The first day you came here, you weren't with the one you're with now. Did you have a fight with the previous one? Haha, that's normal. You're so beautiful, you should be with someone better."

He mumbled a lot to Xue Yu in the quilt, but he didn't get any response. He wanted to know what the relationship between Xue Yu and the two was, but he didn't get an answer.