009 Dream Love: The Beloved Red Face (1)

Jian Xiyan knew very well that it was the woman named Rourou that Murong Wenyu wanted to lock up instead of her, so she didn't dare to move or raise her head, afraid that after her identity was confirmed, he would slap herself to death with one palm.

"Rourou, tell me, it's you, tell me, you've come to see me. The man's voice was warm and bewitching, Jian Xiyan secretly sneered, it turned out that he also had a tender side, but his tenderness was only to the woman called Rourou, Rourou, what is sacred?

Even if she is a little similar, she is not the softness of his mouth after all, so Jian Xiyan, who was imprisoned in his arms, didn't even dare to come out.

"Rourou, why don't you answer me?" the man lifted her chin gently, and Jian Xiyan didn't dare to look at him.

She wasn't his tenderness, what was the answer, she just wanted to get out quickly.

Full of thoughts about how to get out, she didn't realize that the man had leaned over her lips, he kissed her again, the soft touch, and the man's inherent breath successfully robbed Jian Xiyan, she found a very embarrassing problem, she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being close to the man.

Different from the kiss that night in the cave room, this kiss was obviously much gentler, the man's lips slowly crushed on her lips, gently sucked and sucked, and then tentatively pried open her teeth, feeling that she did not refuse, the slightly cool tongue broke into softly, and then hesitated slightly, and then intertwined with her tongue.

How much pity does it take to be so careful, it's just that the woman he wants to pity is Rourou and not her, knowing that his love is not for her, but she likes this feeling so badly that her hands are uncontrollably wrapped around the man's waist.

Sensing her response, the man came to the courage and tightened her tightly, with a posture of wanting to embed her in his body, and the kiss became hot, with the momentum of sweeping away the army, that sense of urgency, as if he had endured it for a long time.

Under his wild kiss, Jian Xiyan's whole body was dizzy, she even felt that she was about to suffocate because of lack of oxygen, she subconsciously pushed the man, ready to change her breath, at this time, a cool breath filled her mouth, and it turned out to be the man who was giving her a breath.

Her face was as bright as a peach blossom, but his lips were reluctant to leave, kissed her, and was angry with her again, domineeringly swearing his exclusive rights, Jian Xiyan, who had never been in love, was a little eager to fall in love with a man, just for this beauty at this time.

Jian Xiyan remembered watching a video about kissing, and the couple in the video kissed for dozens of hours in a row, which was incredible.

Today, when this man has been tossing and turning between her lips and teeth, she firmly believes that anything is possible.

Jian Xiyan squinted slightly at the man who imprisoned her in his arms, the coldness in his green eyes had long been hidden, replaced by a thick eroticism that could not be dissolved, she knew that his transformation was only for the woman named Rourou.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Presumably, the woman who is called soft must have the appearance of captivating the city and the country, so that the man can turn the steel into a finger softness, life is just a few autumns, which hero would rather be lonely, the beauty is on the side, and the country can also be abandoned.

Although she knew her identity very well, Jian Xiyan still fell into his eyes, her blushing little face was tightly clinging to the man's chest, listening to his sonorous heartbeat, even if this beating was for another woman, at this moment Jian Xiyan was jealous in her heart, jealous of the woman who had a similar face to her but was called soft.

Did you have a love affair with him?

The sudden thought really scared Jian Xiyan, no, it couldn't be, how could he invite such a man, not to mention, he was pretending to be a woman named Rourou in his heart, so she didn't want to meddle in other people's love.

Jian Xiyan, who was in a fugue, rose up in the air, and was directly hugged by a princess from a man, Jian Xiyan realized that she was too involved in the play and completely forgot that she was a fake, this time it was a big trouble, and it was already a heavy punishment for accidentally breaking into the forbidden place, if she was pretending to be a beautiful woman he admired, I am afraid that a few lives would not be enough for him.

Still somewhat sane, she tried to break free from the man's arms.

"Yau Yau, don't move, let me hold you down. The man stared at her little face, his eyes were full of begging, his arms tightened involuntarily, Rourou, you and I have known each other for two years, I have admired you for a long time, since I can show up today, how can I let you leave easily, Rourou, I want to keep you by my side, and from now on I will only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

"But....." Jian Xiyan's eyes flickered, but I am not the woman in your heart, how can I be in love with you as her.

Murong Wenyu put his index finger to her lips, then shook his head slightly, his gaze focused on her face.

"Soft ......" thin lips slightly opened, and the two words were slowly chewed between the lips and teeth.

His green eyes are like pools, which attract people to sink deeply.

Jian Xiyan fell into it again, and then leaned her crimson little face on his chest, is she too immoral?

But now she has no escape, pretending to be her, is life, admits herself, is death, between life and death, of course she chooses life, even if it is also very risky.

It seems that the only way to do this is to have time to see the opportunity to act.

Murong Wenyu strode through the lilac forest with her in his arms, flashed into the house behind, and then gently put her on the soft couch, the green silk like a waterfall covered most of her face, he leaned over and pinned her scattered hair behind her ears, and her delicate little face was completely in his eyes, and her crimson cheeks were beautiful.

"Rourou ......" Murong Wenyu called softly, his voice was full of bewitchment, and when it fell into people's hearts, it gave birth to infinite ripples.

"Hmm......" Jian Xiyan actually responded to him with a ghost, she felt that at this moment, this man was like a touch of poison, a touch of poison that made her can't help but fall into it, knowing that pretending to be someone else was immoral, but she was uncontrollably attracted to the plot, love is always too beautiful things, whether it is her own or someone else's.

"Rou Rou...... I've been waiting for you ......" The man's thin lips slid across the corners of her lips, and then landed on her ears, and the slight hot breath made Jian Xiyan very uncomfortable, this man was too dangerous, and he was simply several levels behind him, and she still thought that she could get out.