Yan Qingrui tried to move, but Shangguan Qianyu hugged her tightly again, and made a dissatisfied sound, as if she was blaming her for not being able to let him hold her obediently. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Qingrui didn't move, he relaxed a little more.

Yan Qingrui's eyes rolled wildly, and she really wanted to kick him out of bed. But now that it is suppressed like this, it is technically difficult to kick it away.

Shangguan Qianyu crouched on her neck socket and greedily sniffed the familiar breath he had smelled, and whispered: "Qingrui, I know it's just a dream, don't go...... Don't let this dream wake up too soon......"

His breath hit her neck socket, hot, itchy, and goosebumps on Yan Qingrui's body rose.

She was very entangled, does this count as being light? Does it count as being taken advantage of? Nima, does she do it, or does she not do it?

The bastard was drunk, and he didn't even know what he was doing, and thought he was dreaming. Strictly speaking, this is not his intention, it is just an instinct. She is a person who has a clear distinction between good and evil, if he is really Meng Langdeng's disciple, she has castrated him every minute, and she will not be soft.

But obviously he is not a disciple, but he just recognized the wrong person.

What's the matter with being held and suppressed by him like this?

He also knew that he had repented, and he hadn't arrived home yet, but she was now a silver-faced gentleman Yan Qinglei, not Yan Qingrui, and she had nothing to do with him.

She tried to struggle a little more, Shangguan Qianyu hugged it tighter, hugged it and hugged it, probably because she felt that this body was very comfortable, and rubbed it.

This rub is a problem.

After all, he was a normal man, and his body reacted when he felt the familiar and intoxicating aura in his arms.

Yan Qingrui's body stiffened, and the two of them almost fit all over their bodies, the changes in his body were too obvious, but she could feel it completely.

Just as she was stunned, Shangguan Qianyu was already fumbling for a kiss on her lips without a teacher.

Yan Qingrui desperately tried her best to open her face, the distance between the two was too close, and Shangguan Qianyu was a suppressive "invasion-strategy", although she avoided her lips, she did not avoid her face, fortunately she still had a silver mask on her face, and Shangguan Qianyu's kiss fell on the mask.

He seemed to be a little puzzled, why was it that he had a warm and fragrant body of nephrite in his arms, but there was a cold and hard feeling on his face?

It doesn't seem to be human skin, is this Qingrui? If it is Qingrui, her face is obviously warm and soft, and her lips are also fragrant and sweet.

But if it weren't for Qingrui, how could there be such a familiar aura? Even the feeling of him holding her was the same, so familiar, so real.

Was it because the fire was so great that night that she had been burned beyond recognition, so in the underworld, her face would become like this?

He closed his eyes slightly, frowned, and seemed to want to think, but he had drunk too much, and it was obviously too difficult to think about it. He simply didn't want to do it and continued.

Yan Qingrui broke free, he tightened, Yan Qingrui continued to break free, he continued to be imprisoned......

Although the weather in September is already cool, there are not many clothes, so the changes in someone's body are even more obvious. The alcohol made him just want to find the warmth in his dreams, and he didn't want to let go of the person who could only appear in his dreams.

He's already lost once, and he doesn't want to lose it in his dreams.

If he is awake, he will be careful, lest he scare away the lost treasure, but he is drunk!