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Maybe Zhao Han was too lazy to pay attention to her, but he only glanced in her direction and looked away, but he didn't ask her to stay away. The rabbit meat was quickly roasted to a golden color, and the tempting aroma made Meng Liu drool, but this was the prey brought back by Zhao Han, and she didn't know if Zhao Han would share some with her since he hated her so much. While she was thinking, a golden and crispy rabbit was handed to her. Looking up, she saw Zhao Han's still cold face, with sharp and smooth lines at the end of his eyes, revealing a distant feeling. "Eat." Zhao Han uttered a word, and stuffed the branch for roasting the rabbit into Meng Liu's hand, turned around and leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. In fact, compared to knowing Song An, Meng Liu knew Zhao Han earlier, but Zhao Han probably didn't remember anything a long time ago. After eating and drinking, Meng Liu also fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, Meng Liu was awakened by the cold. What she saw was endless darkness. Meng Liu took a while to react and realized that she was in a cave with Zhao Han. She subconsciously turned her head to look for Zhao Han. Although the surrounding environment was very dark, she could still roughly see the outline of Zhao Han's figure. Another gust of cold wind blew. Meng Liu gathered her thin sleeves and decided to move closer to Zhao Han. Anyway, Zhao Han said that he would not kill her before finding evidence, so she had nothing to be afraid of. When she got closer, she found something wrong. Zhao Han's body temperature was always scorching in the past, but now it was cold. She couldn't feel the temperature when she got closer, and could only vaguely hear the other party's light and slow breathing. Meng Liu was alert and energetic. He fumbled for the fire from Zhao Han's arms. The firelight illuminated Zhao Han's face and the abnormal purple color on his lips. Meng Liu had learned some medical skills from his mother in the palace. Zhao Han's reaction was obviously that he was poisoned by a snake. Judging from the reaction, it has been a while. I am afraid that the snake has gone away. If it is not dealt with quickly, I am afraid that his life will be in danger. After all, there is a difference between the two of them. Meng Liu's reputation is already shaky. Nine out of ten people in Song Residence believe that she is cheating on her husband, especially Zhao Han, who believes that she colluded with the adulterer to kill Song An. If she is caught by the other party at this time, she will probably be convicted immediately. But... Meng Liu looked at Zhao Han's face. The man's brows were tightly locked, as if he was in great pain. Even if she saw that Zhao Han had just saved her life, she couldn't just watch him die. Meng Liu didn't hesitate for too long, and immediately pulled open Zhao Han's shirt to look for the wound. The unconscious Zhao Han was finally not so aggressive, and the man's muscular upper body was exposed. The surrounding environment was very dim, and there were not many fire sticks left, and they couldn't be used for too long. Meng Liu could only use his hands to remove them one by one. The muscles with excellent touch moved a little bit in the palm of his hand, and Meng Liu's face turned red in an instant, but he still suppressed his shyness and touched along the well-defined muscle lines one by one. After touching the entire upper body, she still couldn't find the wound. The tender flesh in Meng Liu's palm felt like it was about to burn. Zhao Han had no intention of waking up yet. Meng Liu covered his shirt again, gritted her teeth and reached out to his pants. She had never taken off a man's pants, let alone seen a man take off his pants. Her hands were very unfamiliar. She used the wrong strength for a moment, and her hand suddenly touched a bulge. Zhao Han let out a muffled groan. Meng Liu quickly moved her hand away, and struggled for a few more times before finally untangling it. This time Meng Liu deliberately avoided the bulge in the middle of the man's legs. After touching back and forth twice, she finally touched a very inconspicuous wound at the root of Zhao Han's leg. Meng Liu instantly thought of the time when Zhao Han helped her kill the snake, and there was also a blue spotted long snake lying on his position. It was probably at that time that he was injured. Meng Liu felt very complicated for a moment. He was the one who shouted every day that he would bring her to justice. He was also the one who saved her at the critical moment. Zhao Han was really hard to figure out. The weak light of the firestick illuminated the wound at the root of Zhao Han's leg. There was a very clear bite mark. The wound had turned purple. Zhao Han was stripped down to only a pair of underwear. I don't know if it was the light problem or something else, but the underwear between the man's legs was bulging, as if something was about to burst out at any time. Meng Liu thought of the hideous giant between Song Yuan's crotch. Would Zhao Han's thing also grow into such a horrible appearance? Meng Liu didn't dare to think too much, her cheeks flushed as she pulled Zhao Han's legs apart. There were no suitable tools around, so she had to use her mouth to temporarily suck out the snake venom to prevent it from spreading on Zhao Han's body. It wasn't difficult, but the problem was that Zhao Han's wound was too special. As soon as Meng Liu lowered her head, her cheek touched the man's leg. The hot temperature was clearly transmitted through the fabric. Meng Liu was startled by the burn, pursed her lips and lowered her head again. In addition to the strong smell of blood, the tip of her nose also had a faint special smell. As soon as she smelled it, she felt a burst of heat. She forced herself to suck out the blood with snake venom and spit it out. She repeated it five or six times until the blood flowing out of the wound showed a normal color. When he looked up for the last time, Zhao Han suddenly moved, and Meng Liu lost his balance and fell forward, and his cheek hit Zhao Han's crotch directly, directly touching the thick and huge cock that had been erected at some point in time. The mucus that came out of the tip even wet a spot of Zhao Han's underwear.
Even if Meng Liu didn't understand, he could see that Zhao Han was not right. It was windy at night, and Meng Liu pretended not to care and helped Zhao Han put on his clothes, but he was in trouble when it came to his pants. Zhao Han's thing was too big, and when it was fully erect, it was even more amazing. It was stuck in the air and couldn't be stuffed back into his pants. There was no way, Meng Liu could only touch it with trembling fingers, imitating the movements of Song Yuan's penis in his memory, and clumsily grasped the erect penis through his pants. The scorching heat was clearly transmitted through the fabric, and Meng Liu was almost crying with shame. The penis in her palm was something she had never touched before, and she could only copy Song Yuan's behavior at that time. But at that time, she was controlled by Song Yuan, and the other party's fingers pressed on an unknown part of her body, and suddenly she felt a strange pleasure of soreness and numbness. As if possessed by some strange force, Meng Liu reached her free hand under her body and touched that place through her panties. She didn't know if it was because of the inexplicable heat from before, or because Song Yuan had played with her body in a strange way that time, but as soon as her fingers touched it, she immediately felt a tingling sensation, and the private part under her body was also wet, and the slippery liquid had even soaked her panties without her knowing when.
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