Chapter 39: The Past (1)
"Girl, this king is better than a girl. Situ Moran's enlarged handsome face appeared in front of Mu Qianqing's eyes, and he was embraced by someone without warning.
He leaned forward, ambiguously pouring the heat on Mu Qianqing's delicate and shiny little face like white jade, the jade hand rubbed against his face, and the delicate lines of his palm made a pink blush.
"Situ Moran, do you dare to be more shameless?" Mu poured out his strength and prepared to push away the demon in front of him.
How could Situ Moran let the stubborn little girl in front of her succeed, her arms were tightly imprisoned by Mu Qianqing, and her strong and powerful arms made her unable to struggle. Intentionally or unintentionally, the heat poured over her sensitive earlobes, and her slender fingers brushed her red lips, burying all her resistance in the kiss.
Multiple physical contacts allowed him to quickly and accurately find out the sensitive points of the woman in his arms, quickly attack the ground and plunder the city, and quickly ingest the fragrant honey in her mouth.
Mu wanted to resist, but found that he had become powerless under his kiss.
His fragrant tongue is like a powerful suction, exploring, entangled with her tongue, even if he escapes, he can follow it quickly and accurately, and can only circle with it, like a dragon playing with a phoenix.
This kiss is passionate and persistent, and the strong affection and attachment can be seen at a glance.
For his strong and domineering kiss without losing warmth, Mu Qianqing seems to want to refuse and welcome every time, how to refuse, and in the end he will still fall into it, Ben's stiff body slowly softened, and the slight response made Situ Moran more unscrupulous plunder, until he melted her.
A trace of strangeness highlighted in her heart made her healing heart crack again, and suddenly a similarly handsome face appeared in her mind in her previous life, and she became resentful in confusion, and suddenly pushed away Situ Moran, who was also lost in the deep kiss.
Between the lips and teeth, a white silver line at the corner of the mouth reminds of the passion and wildness just now.
Situ Moran's bewildered beautiful eyes stared at Mu for a moment, and there was still passion and confusion in his eyes.
At this time, Mu Qianqing's face still had the flush just now, but there was pain and sadness in his eyes.
As she was about to retreat to the side, the corners of Situ Moran's mouth were stained with a touch of evil.
Again, his lips dabbled like a dragonfly on her earlobes, cheeks, eyes, and neck......
His lips seemed to be magical, and he ignited the heat and flames on every kiss he kissed.
He was angry that the girl in front of him was distracted when she was making out with her, and at the same time felt sorry for the pain and sadness that appeared in her eyes, and this intertwined feeling made him resentful, and tried to burn it with his burning kiss.
The temperature of Mu Qingqing's body increased little by little, until it permeated her whole body, and her feelings burned out and extinguished the pain and sorrow just now, only the palpitations and heat made her a little unstoppable.
As if the heavens were not beautiful, the memories of the cliff side of the previous life came one after another, making the feelings just had disappear again, and fiercely pushed away the loving Situ Moran in front of him.
Situ Moran, who was trying to be immersed in it, didn't expect Mu to suddenly push it away, and he snorted after being unguarded~~
A muffled "bang" sound spread throughout the loose carriage, and the terracotta unicorn horse outside stopped moving forward in the twilight as if sensing that its master was hurt.
The surroundings were quiet, and the sudden silence was intimidating, and there was an eerie atmosphere in the carriage.
At this time, Situ Mo regained his previous coldness and coldness, leaning on the couch he had just bumped into, his face was gloomy, like the tranquility before the storm came, his pair of dark eyes were as dark as ink like an eagle dove staring at its prey, cold and bloodthirsty, the original demonic face condensed a thick layer of frost, and the breath was cold and terrifying.
Mu was a little embarrassed, he wanted to laugh but felt that he shouldn't laugh, he bit his lower lip to hold back his smile, and his aching heart was buried by the scene in front of him.
She really didn't mean it, how could she have thought that this mighty and domineering man would be so defenseless, so fragile, and fall down with a push!
It's just that she was at a loss, and she couldn't bite the bullet and look at the ice cube face that looked like a haze of dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction, and said, "Uh...... That's nothing, is it?"
Situ Moran didn't answer, silence was the best protest, and those cold bloodthirsty eyes stared at Mu Qianqing.
She endured the cold, slowly moved over, shook Situ Moran's sleeve coquettishly, bowed her head like a child who had done something wrong, and asked weakly, ". That one. It hurts, doesn't it?"
She felt that she was asking really nonsense, and if she fell unsuspectingly, she would probably be bruised and swollen if she used it on herself!
Situ Moran's deep eyes shot cold and cold, and he said in a cold tone: "Won't you know if you give it a try?"
"Don't, Lord Yu doesn't remember villains!" Mu stuck out his tongue mischievously
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