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Chapter 864 Rule Maker

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Sure enough, six happiness is not something that anyone can bear.

Wen Jun carefully pondered Ye Cixin's expression and found that he had evolved from the joy of finally finding delicious food to the annoyance of discovering that the food was actually pricking his mouth. His strange expression also felt pleasing to his pure and beautiful face.

Wen Jun Yue understands why people have the evil taste of committing suicide. It is a kind of enjoyment to see beauty, whether happy or angry.

Ye Cixin changed to a sitting position and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Wen Junyue with her arms crossed and said: So, please tell me which six people are there.

Do you really have to ask so clearly?Wen Larong also learned his posture to hold himself tightly, but he still couldn't get up.

Ye Cixin didn't say anything, his eyes were just three words, what do you think?

Oh well.Wen LaCrosse compromised and told him that her lovers were evenly distributed in three teams, two in each team, two top laners, one jungler, one mid laner, and two ADCs.

After hearing this, Ye Cixin took a few seconds to digest it, he stood up with his hands on his hips, and then sighed and left the room.

Wen Junyue looked by the door frame and found that he was pouring wine. He stuffed a large sip of wine with ice, probably because he wanted to calm down.

However, his alcohol tolerance doesn’t seem to be very good. Can he really calm down?

Soon, after being catalyzed by alcohol, Ye Cixin pulled his collar, returned to the room and looked up without looking at it, and hugged Wen Luxeau, who was stripping the door frame, and then closed the door neatly and locked it.

Due to the great inertia, the two of them bounced their bodies together when they fell on the bed.

Wen Luxei asked him: What's wrong with you?

Ye Cixin pulled off the buttons of his cuffs: Close the door and experience my six times happiness.

Wen Junyue's only little worry disappeared. Before she could laugh a few times, she was overwhelmed by Ye Cixin and stared at her face that couldn't stop smiling.

He asked: Why are you so happy?

Wen Luxei answered honestly: Because you are really funny.

From the first day when she saw Ye Cixin at the rehearsal, she thought he was very funny.

There was an inadvertent casual sexiness on him, which hit Wen Larong's smile nerve.

Ye Cixin has never been said to be funny, and many people even had no time to hide from him. He was a little puzzled by this, but he was quite happy.

He held one of her wrists with his hand, opened it and pressed it on the bed. After watching it for a while, Wen Junyue stopped her expression and couldn't laugh.

It was the first time that it was intimate contact. The man who lacked intimacy stared at him and his courage swayed.

He leaned over and approached, his eyes falling on her lips: Who among them has the best kissing skills?

Wen Lulu is silenced. This is the first time she has met such a person.He said he liked to steal other people's good things, but it was true.She thought, I'm afraid the more the comparison, the more it would stimulate his sense of accomplishment.

But what is the answer to this question?Wen LaCross carefully recalled the kissing experience with everyone, either gentle or strong, especially when he was kissing while doing it, it was the most fascinating.

Ye Cixin was still waiting for her answer, touching her lips with his thumb, concentrating on his thoughts.

The ambiguity with him in close contact was probably different because of the advance notice. He was both delicious and excited, and was a battle with others, so she just needed to act as a benefit recipient who would enjoy the benefits.

Even the rule makers.

Wen Luxei said: You are quite good at kissing. Do you need me to learn it for you?

Instead of hesitating and talking about other things, it is better to make it clear and put the problem to the highest level.

Ye Cixin was indeed very irritated, his eyes shaking, and his fingertips pressing on his lips were exerting force.

Damn, I met a master.