"Hey, hey, hey, be gentle, or I'll sue you for murder!" I sat on the sofa and saw Miyamoto Hyuk approaching my knee with an unknown drug in his hand, and I became even more frightened.

After another burst of heart-wrenching pain, Miyamoto Hyuk finally gave me the medicine. Unfortunately, my plan failed and I was defeated by him.

Now she looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Miyamoto Hyuk, what do you want?"

"I want you to stay with me."

He actually said this without changing his face.

I took a breath of air and said, "Okay..."

It’s not about having sex anyway, so what are you afraid of? What else can you do if you don’t say this? Do you have to live in a cemetery? Tsk tsk... It’s scary to think about it.

He gave me an inscrutable look, as if he had everything under control.

Forget it, just watch TV now.

However, I could only understand a few fragments of those Japanese words, and gradually, I became a little unhappy.

After all, I am also a guest, okay? If he occupies the TV by himself, will I appear too weak?

"Miyamoto Hyuk, I want to watch TV."

"Look!" He motioned to the TV with an expressionless expression.

"I mean, give me the remote control. I want to change the channel myself."

After taking the remote control from his hand, I found a better angle on the sofa and started changing channels.

When I tuned to a certain channel, a row of words that I couldn't understand popped up. It seemed to be the prologue of a movie. I put the remote control aside and prepared to watch this unknown movie.

Next to him, Miyamoto Hyuk's hand that was applying the medicine suddenly stopped and his face turned slightly red, but I didn't notice it.

After watching it for a while, I was surprised, why does this video always take pictures of this woman’s figure!?

After a while, a man appeared on the screen and hugged the woman from behind. His action... seemed to be about to rape her!

After a few minutes, the woman stopped struggling and the man unbuttoned her shirt one by one.

"Yifan, I don't see that you like this kind of thing..." Miyamoto Hyuk turned his head and looked at me thoughtfully, deliberately emphasizing the word "this kind".

Don't bother to pay attention to him. This guy doesn't understand art and only knows to read some news.

The next video is even more strange. The man has already unhooked the woman's underwear, but he has not mosaicd the woman's sensitive parts. Japanese movies are a bit too open.

Suddenly, everything went dark, and Miyamoto He had covered my eyes. I couldn't break free, and said angrily: "Miyamoto He, what's wrong with you?"

"You are not allowed to see the naked bodies of men other than me..."

"What are you talking about? You're not watching yet." That's not fair! I don't believe there is anything else I can't watch.

I quickly flashed and my eyes returned to normal, but...

But I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

My stomach was churning, and I quickly ran to the toilet to throw up.

Only later did I realize that it was the legendary restricted movie.

"Ugh..." My throat felt uncomfortable and I vomited again.

"What a disgusting movie... vomit..."

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Chapter completed!