"And what do I want for the stars in the sky?" Ming Yulong gave him the most standard problem in history.

Rong Yi sighed: "I thought that what Long'er wanted most should be me." ”

Ming Yulong pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Rong Yi's complaining tone, as if she couldn't wait to marry her, I don't know what to do, and suddenly what Nalan Lian said popped up in her mind-

"The Boy"

"Laughing at what?" Rong Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the girl in front of him who suddenly lowered her head and smiled.

Ming Yulong shook his head, this can't be said, maybe it will cause some trouble, and it may not only be Nalan Lian who will suffer at that time, but also her!

Rong Yi's deep pupils swept over her flickering eyes, and without saying it, she could see from her appearance that it was definitely not a good thing, Xiu Zhi stroked her cheek, and smiled:

"If you don't say it, then you have to give some punishment."

Before Ming Yulong could react, he had already leaned over and covered her lips.

The gentle lips and tongue rolled over her soft lips, at first like a dragonfly in water, clear and shallow, and gradually like a fish gushing dragon gate, the tongue skillfully slid into her lips, entangled with her fragrant tongue, and began to taste her fragrance and sweetness.

No matter how many times I kissed, every time I kissed her, it was like the first time.

His lips wandered below hers. The delicate skin is not softer to the touch than red lips, but it has a creamy smoothness that reminds you of the silky touch of flower petals.

Under her lips, she is a flower that is gradually opening, opening its pure white and flawless petals little by little in the silent air, exuding a refreshing and fragrant natural reminder, than those thick fat powder tastes, making people suddenly feel like swimming in her fragrant land.

The palm of his hand touched her waist gently, seemingly casually, but like a musician playing on the piano, each touch of the key can play the most beautiful and harmonious music.

Each movement was like lighting a flame on her.

Cluster after cluster.

Gradually, her body was like a stretching ocean, and a flame that could not be resisted by the heat burned to the bottom of her heart, and a thin, whispered voice from her nose muffled hum.

With a little depression and an uncontrollable light gasp, it seemed that a flame was also lit on Rong Yi's whole body, burning his eyes deeply, like an immortal who had fallen into the sea of desire, and the skin under the white jade was flushed with a forbidden pink.

In the small kitchen, the temperature is gradually rising.

Ming Yulong sat on the long platform, his legs gradually parting because of his approaching steps.

In the heat of climbing, her lower abdomen gradually noticed a different swelling.

It's really because her posture is too awkward.

And that place is too sensitive.

So the slightest change is felt clearly.

Her attention was focused on the flames in her body, and she secretly thought that Rong Yi was in this state, didn't she want to do it here.

Although the love is understandable, the small kitchen is too passionate!

Her first time was in this kind of little yellow book, where she only had to advance, so what would she do after that?

Before Ming Yulong could think about what the first time in her life should be, Qu Yan came in from outside, with an urgent letter sent from the capital, interrupting the kiss that lingered to the point of fiery.

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I'm going to work tomorrow, so please summarize the author's psychology in four words.