Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

  Li Jia was pushed into the wall behind him, Lu Yichen hugged her, and vigorously rubbed her into his arms, deepening the entanglement between the two.

Li Jia stood on one foot, her calf swelled and trembled. She opened her eyes, and her eyes were still dark. Lu Yichen's body temperature gradually increased. After a long time, the space seemed to be lack of oxygen. His breathing began to swiftly, and his palms moved toward her clothes. Touch in.

  If he really died, let him die in her body.

Lu Yichen’s horrifying and terrifying ideas come together and ignore it, but Li Jia didn’t want to do it. She wanted to die with him if she died, but she didn’t want to be found out by others. As a result, she died of virtue. I can't feel at ease if I die.

  "Stop, don't be silly!" Li Jia scratched him lifelessly to prevent him from messing around. "If I were seen, I would really have no face to live!"

   "It's all about to die, where do you care if you have a face?" Lu Yichen's voice became hoarse, and the enclosed space made him more excited and uncontrollable.

  "Don't you!" Li Jia couldn't use one leg or one hand, so he could only jump to the side to hide, and said angrily: "Do you know how Han Cheng Emperor Liu Yu died?"

   "Well, I know." Lu Yichen held Jiajia's buttocks and pushed her against the wall, burying her face in front of her chest.

  Li Jia bit her lip. "Brother, no..."

   "Brother doesn't care." Lu Yichen's tone was vague.

  Han Cheng Emperor Liu Yu, when people of later generations talked about him, they remembered that he died in Zhao Hede’s bed, and licentiousness became his pronoun.

  Infamy and jokes have accompanied him for thousands of years. If he is really dead, how can he care about what people later say?

  What's more, the emperor obviously died of a stroke, but the place where he died was not coincidentally.

   "You stop me!" Li Jia was annoyed, she didn't want to die so ashamed.

Li Jia desperately pulled his brother's muscles. At this time, his muscles were as strong as a copper wall and iron wall. Li Jia was trembling, and his potential when practicing dance came into play again. He lifted his injured leg and stood on Lu Yichen's. Chest.

  Her right leg is tied with a plaster that has not been removed. The weight is not light, and the thickness is even more so.

  Lu Yichen grabbed her ankle and pushed back, Li Jia pushed the block, hissing air-conditioning.

   "What's the matter?" Lu Yichen moved lightly. Did Jiajia fall on his leg just now?

  Lu Yichen did not dare to work harder, holding her injured leg to prevent it from touching the ground, which would aggravate the situation.

   "Kang Dang——!"

  As soon as the two of them stopped their movements, the elevator suddenly made a harsh scratch and fell instantly!

  Li Jia suddenly lost weight and fell. Panicked, he immediately leaned forward and hugged Lu Yichen.

  Lu Yichen let out an inaudible low groan in his voice, he suddenly hugged Jiajia tightly, and took advantage of the momentum to dive into her for an instant.

  Li Jia gave a low cry, almost kicking him away reflexively.

  Lu Yichen made a decisive decision, putting his body down on the bottom, trying to relieve Jiajia's falling speed.

   "Boom!" The elevator stopped suddenly.

  The moment the violent clang sounded, it seemed to be mixed with a scream.

  "Young Master! Are you down there?"

  "Young Master! We will come to rescue you right away!"

  "They are between the fourteenth and fifteenth floors! Come on! I found it!