Ye Yanran bit the man's lip in a panic, and the force was very heavy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hiss~" Huang Fuchen loosened his lips in pain, the blood in his mouth instantly dispersed, the fishy smell dispersed, Huang Fuchen released the palm that bound the woman's waist, raised his hand, and his slender and bony fingers lightly touched his lips, and his fingertips were instantly dyed red.

Huang Fuchen's face was gloomy, and his voice was almost cold to the bone, "You dare to bite me?" ”

Ye Yanran pushed Huang Fuchen away with both arms at once, her eyes were flustered, she didn't care about it so much, she just ran away.

Huang Fuchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly caught up with the fleeing shadow in front of him.

As he fled, the man's footsteps caught up with him steadily and quickly, and his arms wrapped around the woman's back.

"Ahh Ye Yanran exclaimed in surprise, and the man's arm suddenly tightened behind her waist and hugged her, "Young marshal... You let go! Let go! ”

Ye Yanran shouted in panic, surrounded by piles of haystacks and firewood, there was no figure, Ye Yanran was fluttering on all fours.

Huang Fuchen's tall body, strong arms holding the woman's waist as if holding a freshly hunted small beast in his hand, gently lifted, dragged to the back.

"Young marshal! Please let go! Let go! Ye Yanran couldn't hold back any longer, her heart was ruthless, and she bit the back of the man's hand.

Huang Fuchen lowered his head, his eyes were cold, and the cold light shone directly at the woman, the woman who was buried in the back of his hand and biting himself fiercely.

Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he didn't let go of his palm, letting the woman's teeth on the back of his hand, embedded in the flesh and blood, the first time a woman could be so bold, biting herself twice in a row, he really wanted to see how capable she was.

Ye Yanran took a bite hard, the smell of blood spread between her teeth, and the slightest trace flowed into the tip of her tongue, and she suddenly let go of her lips and teeth, looking at the deep tooth marks on the back of the man's hand, her heart trembled.

"Why don't you bite?" Huang Fuchen's voice was a little mocking, sharp and playful.

Ye Yanran sat on the ground, raised her eyes, her phoenix eyes flashed with messy panic, looked at the man's quiet eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Less... Young Marshal. ”

Huang Fuchen's eyes darkened, and he lifted the woman on the ground with both palms, and fell heavily towards the haystack on the side.

Ye Yanran's body fell into the haystack all of a sudden, her head was knocked unconscious, and several grasshoppers jumped out of the soft haystack at once, and she smelled a smell of dry straw between her noses.

Ye Yanran panicked and wanted to prop up her arms, but the next moment, before she could shake her senses, her heavy body suddenly pressed on her body, and when she was stunned, her lips touched the cold and soft wetness.

Huang Fuchen took the woman's lips in one mouth, Ye Yanran's whole head exploded into a pulp, and she kept trying to struggle, her hands were pressed on both sides, and the back of her hand touched the soft dry straw, rubbing her delicate skin.

The haystacks were piled up high in the shape of a mountain of straw, and there was silence all around, and the voices of the villagers and the children were in the distance, and no one cared about it.

Ye Yanran struggled, her whole head almost burrowed into the straw pile, Huang Fuchen's lip bit the woman's lip tightly, and then drilled into the straw together, the haystack trembled suddenly, and a lot of dry straw slipped from the top of the haystack.