Bobo's girl walked in front of a movement door and opened it gently, showing a huge metal safe inside. Pressing the password, the safe opened smoothly. She took out a long cylinder, pulled the lid, and poured out a roll and stuffed the long tube back.

"Okay, go kneeling there and expose me to me." The direction of Sakamoto's finger was where Ran Qingzhuang was located.

I was unknown, and I looked at him blankly and didn't move.

"I need a support to hold you in place so that you don't move around in the end. Young Master Jin recommended Ran and said that he can make you feel at ease." Sakamoto took the scroll from the girl's hand and unfolded it carefully, his eyes were full ofObsessed, "If you're not satisfied and don't like men, I can let Saki do it for you."

Ran Qingzhuang heard the words.

I played a spirit and waved her hand again and again, saying, "No need, just him, I like men, men are very good."

Chapter 26 This is what he will do

I sat down with Ran QingZhuang face to face. At first, Sakamoto just asked me to put my forehead on Ran QingZhuang's shoulder to stabilize my body. The pain was not strong, at most it was like an ant crawling on my back.

But after three hours, when the coloring stage, the discomfort slowly emerged.

This discomfort comes from a long -term maintenance, physical loss, and stack of pain that is constantly piercing skin filling colors and pain.

I started to tremble uncontrollably, until Sakamoto had to pause and ask Ran QingZhuang to change his position to immobilize me.

"You can drink some glucose to replenish your strength." Saki, who was serving as an assistant, offered the cup.

I thanked her. When I took the glass, I found that my hand could not hold it like Parkinson.

Seeing that the liquid inside was spilled, a bone festival reached over, picked up the cup over, and handed it to my lips next second.

I stunned and looked at Ran Qingzhuang. He looked at the cup and did not intersect with me.

He drank a small cup of glucose with his hand, and before he could breathe, Sakamoto urged the request to continue immediately.

In order to better fix, Sakamoto asked me to sit across Ran Qingzhuang, his chest was sticking to his chest, his chin was resting on his shoulder, and his arms were hugged by the armpit ring.

If I am a campaign, Ran Qingzhuang is just a tree, and there is no problem in this posture. If it is a couple, it is normal. We both are homosexual, but not couples. The relationship is barely barely, and this posture is a bit too sudden.

Although I was drunk before, I also sat on him, but it was really drunk at that time, people were confused, and shame was paralyzed. Now don't say wine, there is no hemp medicine, the mind knows what you are doing clearly, it is difficult to be calm.

"I have prepared for this manuscript for three years and I can't find the right skin. The dirty people are not worthy of my work at all. Their body is eroded by nicotine, alcohol and various desires, rough skin and dark skin, deformation, temperament, temperament, temperament It is also vulgar. "Accompanied by the mechanical lightning, Sakamoto fell again," I saw you that day, I knew that I finally found it. Young, pale, elegant, you are a canvas for me. "

It may be that the tone of Sakamoto is too enthusiastic. It is called Ran Qingzhuang to be disgusted. The muscles on his back are tightened with his shoulders and necks. Prepare to attack.

I was afraid he really jumped up and punch Sakamoto, and quickly grabbed the clothing on his back, and his fingers tightened.

I don't know if it was a small force on this point. After that, he quickly relaxed his muscles and no longer stubbornly.

Every two hours after that, Sakamoto allowed me to rest for several minutes to supplement some glucose, and Ran Qingzhuang could also move to the foot and feet.

By the fifth hour, his palm began to sweat, and he grasped Ran Qingzhuang's clothes unsatisfactoryly. He never felt that time was so long.

At first, it was like the itch of the ant crawling through the skin, and gradually became a kind of pain that was bitten by hundreds of thousands of ants and bite.

What is even more terrible is that the surroundings are too quiet. There is no other sound except the movement of the tattoo needle.

"Sakamoto ... Mr. Sakamoto, can I speak?"

I lowered my head and put my forehead against Ran Qingzhuang's shoulder. Because of pain, breathing, breathing, and talking was not good.

"What do you want to say?" Sakamoto asked.

"Can I drink some wine?"

If you are drunk, you don't know anything, which is equivalent to anesthesia in another sense. It is best to give me a bottle of 50 degrees. I drank two big mouths of my mouth, and immediately became unconscious to Tianming.

"No." Sakamoto did not hesitate to extinguish my hope, indicating that alcohol would accelerate blood circulation, increase the difficulty of tattooing, and it is not good for the recovery of wounds, so not only can you drink it now, you can’t touch it in the future. Smoke, pepper, sex ... everything will make you feel hot, exciting, not. "

I do n’t like cigarettes, alcohol, and peppers. I did n’t like these three, but in the end ... I do n’t have the objects that I do now, so the majority of life will not be affected.

"Oh." I was low, a little lost.

Sakamoto seemed to have a new needle. The first needle fell, and the more intense pain was passed to the brain through nerves. I bit my lower lip instantly, and my legs unconsciously clamped Ran Qingzhuang's waist.

The robe is silk texture, slippery and cool. When standing, it is enough to cover the parts above the knee. But once you sit down, especially sitting down in a gesture of my legs, the two hem will slip along the gravity along the ground, exposing the entire thigh.

I knew it was too indecent to ask the servant to ask for pants.

It hurts, how can it hurt so much ... Can someone really survive ten hours?

By the way, yes, there is, there is a tattoo on Saki's back, how can it take ten hours.

It's really amazing, she obviously looks so petite and weak, but her willpower is unexpectedly strong. If you are a little sister, you will definitely cry halfway. Even my big man, the process was only half of the process, and it was not to suppress the heart that wanted to stop.