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Chapter 8 Nonfiction(2/2)

After winning back the game, Colin felt in a good mood, and he even kindly helped Si Haolan adjust the temperature of the room.

He was about to leave when he glanced at the person on the bed and was suddenly stunned.

Si Haolan held it with one hand hanging on the head of the bed, and she was soft and lying on the bed helplessly. The bright redness on her face spread along her neck to her chest. The moment she just struggled, his clothes spread slightly, revealing her graceful collarbone, looking fragile and beautiful.

He stared at Colin, his eyes both ashamed and aggrieved, his eyes were wet, and a layer of water vapor was filled with.

Colin was shocked.

This person's reaction is exactly the same as written in "Prisoning Love: The Bloodthirsty President's Willful Wife".

In that love novel, the president tied his escaped fiancée to the bed, and the descriptions were exactly the same as Si Haolan now.

Colin was a little confused for a moment.

Is that actually the book not a popular novel, but a documentary literature?

Colin coughed unnaturally, which made him embarrassed. He sat by the bed, reached out to touch Si Haolan's forehead, and said, "You won't have a fever, why are you so blushing?"

His hands were cold and his fingers were very gentle, which made Si Haolan's touch even worse.

"Don't touch me." The more I touched my body, the hotter it became, and the more I touched my body, the less strength it became.

Colin suddenly retracted his hand, moved a little away, and looked at Si Haolan with a strange look.

Si Haolan took a deep breath and finally felt that his breathing was much smoother. He tried to pull his right hand, which was handcuffed. The handcuffs were indeed as firm as Colin said, and they were stretched out at all.

But damn it, I'm not just this little skill, no one can trap me.

Si Haolan had red eyes, raised his left hand and held the bed frame tightly at the head of the bed, gritted his teeth and pulled the wooden bed frame apart.

The head of the bed was broken into several pieces, and Si Haolan gasped and pulled his right hand out of a pile of broken wood, with handcuffs hanging on his wrist.

Colin: "…"
Chapter completed!
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