Hearing Pu Ya's gentle question, Jingluan's heart trembled, and even more fierce possessiveness surged like a fierce horse! And he himself is not very willing to deliberately restrain and suppress such possessiveness: "What do you say? A light smile slipped away from her lips and bloomed into an evil poppy. His fingers wandering over Puya's chest suddenly increased in force.

It was originally a dragonfly's teasing like water, but at this moment, it suddenly transformed into a raging rage like punishment in full swing! Soon, his body that was as warm as charcoal rolled over and pressed her slightly stiff and slightly icy body underneath, and with a bend of his arm, he easily restrained her glassy wrists at both ends: "Naturally, it's a ...... Spring dreams with Puyamedo. A feminine and sinister whisper came out of his lips, and before the queen could reply, he withdrew with his fingers a piece of silk that covered her shoulder, and then took a bite between her narrow collarbones that ran from her neck to her breast.

Jingluan's movements, like every time he sleeps, are not gentle, even wild. In the daytime, the cute and charming man will always totem into a crazy little beast every time he climbs on the queen's incense couch!

Puya was in pain, but the subconscious exhalation did not slip out of her lips, because her fragrant mouth had been blocked by the deep kiss that Jingluan had fallen like a domineering and wild attack before.

So the pain of the body and the joy of the heart are intertwined, and it is clearly the extremes of the two heavens and the earth, but at the moment it is not harmonious! And the huge sense of emptiness and the faint pathos are like melting ice, which gradually flows into a murmuring spring stream in Puya's heart.

"In your heart, you may have always hated me! Otherwise, why do you always torture me so gently and cruelly? Puya thought in her heart, "It's been two years, and in the past two years, I've been obedient and gentle to you, can't I still dissolve the hatred of the country that has grown in your heart for me!" ......Suddenly, she seemed to understand the word "fate" that the Han people often said, and she didn't know whether it was the body's perception of his wild attack, or the sorrow that grew in the veins of her heart, and unconsciously, a wave of tears appeared in the corner of Puya's eyes. Hanging on the curly and thick eyelashes, the night is shining, incomparably shining.

Sensing the body covered under the body trembling like a reed, such a close perception made Jingluan recall Ruoxu rationality in the tide of love.

He loosened his arms a little, raised his head slightly, and lowered his eyes with a hint of playfulness through the glow of the nightlight: "Huh." A casual voice, somehow sounding very vague, "I have not possessed it, but I have made my queen cry?" At the end, there is a slight question, but it does not seem to be a question, "What a sin is that!" Another sound fell, clearly playful.

"Jingluan ......" Puya opened her misty eyes, precipitated her gaze and looked at the man covered by her in front of her. The pair of wrists that were originally wrapped around his neck were loosened gently, and they were fixed halfway, and then they were wrapped heavily and tightly, but the strength was more important than Fang Cai, "You really ...... Do you hate me like that? "With a delicate panting voice and this soft posture, everything sounds weak; But how could this iron-blooded queen of the Western Frontier be so weak?