The dark witch costume slowly slid to the ground along the cold and slender legs. She took a deep breath and stepped forward to hug Ning Zixing.

Tall in his arms, he was exceptionally warm, and the breath like the sun surrounded her in his arms. It's so warm, but for some reason, she feels that her life will be desolate.

Ning Zixing's face flushed, and the physiological changes became more and more intense. He gasped for air, tickling with warmth and cold. A pair of large hands reached into her undergarment, wandering across her smooth back. Leng Nuan couldn't help but be startled behind him, and then relaxed again.

She mustered up the courage to look at Ning Zixing, his eyes were misty, and he was really tempting under the flickering lights. The scent of mermaid paste permeated the tips of the noses of the two. At this time, the room was like a fairyland, shrouded in a faint purple mist. It's hazy, so that everything in the room has a different kind of beauty. There is only a faint light reflected by the bronze mirror on the wall, and there is still a trace of clarity.

Ning Zixing's soft lips left countless marks on the cold and warm neck, and he went up little by little, kissing her chin, cheeks, nose, and forehead, as gentle as water.

But the cold and warm heart was not warmed, and she clearly heard Ning Zixing in an extremely soft tone, attached to her ear, calling over and over again: "Qianqian, Qianqian, Qianqian......"

A little desolation hung on the corners of the cold and warm mouth.

She stopped Ning Zixing's restlessness, the hand that wanted to tear off his clothes, looked up into his eyes, and said seriously: "I'll come by myself."

The cloud buttons on Ning Zixing's placket were untied one by one by Leng Nuan with both hands, and her movements were extremely slow, as if a century had passed.

The strong feeling made Ning Zixing impatient, he hugged Leng Nuan, who was still helping him with his wide clothes, and spun around half a circle, pressing her on the bed with his body.

Ning Zixing's clothes were completely gone, leaving only a wide white undershirt. Leng Nuan stared at his dark eyes, and suddenly she didn't feel scared at all, she thought that if there was a day, she must be scared and shy, but at this time her heart did not have a trace of waves, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

She followed Ning Zixing's example, and wandered her little hands on every part of Ning Zixing's body, which was regarded as responding to him.

Perhaps both of them were so obsessed with it that they didn't notice that the small figure outside the room was blending in with the shadows cast by the seaweed. No wonder, then, that the figure disappeared into the night in less than half an hour, and if it had been quieter, the whining cry might have been heard, mixed with the sound of fish paddling outside the barrier.

Leng Nuan's arms wrapped around Ning Zixing's neck, gently bit Ning Zixing's ears with his teeth, and whispered in a deep voice: "I am real, I really love you."

Huan is a normal person, and he can't help it when he comes to this situation, not to mention Ning Zixing, who is deeply affected by mermaid cream.

He covered the back of her head with his hand and dragged her up so that she could reach the pillow.

Ning Zixing was also about to go up, but he was attracted by the yellow light in front of the bed. It's like a child who spotted butterflies on an outing, forgetting to move forward for a while, and only chasing the flying little thing.

Following the yellow light, he saw the bronze mirror that he had placed on the table at random.

"Bang one by one"

A loud bang exploded in his mind, as if someone was calling out to him in the night. He felt like he was trapped by something, and fear made him want to grasp at the last straw, the light of the bronze mirror.

Ning Zixing's eyesight was excellent, so he clearly saw the man in the mirror who was about to indulge, his gaze moved down, but he trembled in shock: in the mirror, the person under him had a pair of overly clear and good-looking eyes.

Isn't that warm and cold?

Ning Zixing looked at the person under him suspiciously, it was clearly Lin Qianqian!

What the hell is going on?

The physiological ** has not diminished at all, and he is full of fever, so he can't wait to wipe the people under him immediately! But the sight in the mirror kept him from moving, and he sat stiff between his warm and cold abdomen, slowly moving away.

"Warm and cold?"

Ning Zixing trembled and probed for a moment.

Leng Nuan was confused, so he let out a voice in his throat: "Hmm."

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Ning Zixing was stunned. Leng Nuan's response instinct made people fall into the abyss, but this made Ning Zixing hurriedly take a step back.

Leng Nuan finally felt something wrong, she stepped forward and hugged Ning Zixing tightly, eager to melt into his arms: "What's wrong?" Are you scared? ”

The purple smoke continued to haze Ning Zixing's eyes, and the soft body was clinging to him, and as soon as he lowered his head, he could see a pretty face, the face that belonged to Lin Qianqian.

The panic in his heart can't extinguish his physical enthusiasm, whether it is Leng Nuan or Lin Qianqian, he can tease him so easily at this time.

What's more, Leng Nuan was bold enough to put his little hand into his lower body.

carelessly, Ning Zixing suddenly remembered the "Underwater Record" he read in the dragon car a few days ago, which recorded that the sons of gods and demons are mermaids and have natural weaknesses, that is, mermaids are good at fornication.

Even if it's warm and cold, there is no self-knowledge in this regard.

Lin Qianqian's face completely appeared from the bottom of his heart, and Ning Zixing, who was burned red by **, couldn't help but sigh.

She knew it must be sad! Still reluctant to let her cry.

But I can't control myself!

Ning Zixing's heart was horizontal, pushed away the cold and warm who was hugging him, and slammed into the bedpost. How many ** there are in his heart, how hard he hits.

The blow was so hard that he felt a wave of dizziness and fainted to the ground.

The loud sound of Ning Zixing hitting the pillar also frightened the cold and warm in the confusion, and a chill enveloped her from all directions.

The purple mist that filled every corner of the room was disappearing little by little. The cold and warm were helpless, trying to grasp the remaining wisp of purple mist in the air. But in the end, that wisp also dissipated.

The room was terrifyingly quiet, and she only felt paralyzed when she woke up, she slipped to the ground and covered her face, she didn't have time to react to what had just happened, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

At a loss, she only felt that she was about to lose something.

Tears flowed down the gap between her fingers, and she was the only one who was awake in the room, so it didn't seem so shameful to shed tears of sadness.

I don't know how long it took, but she felt so cold that she stopped her tears, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and put them on herself casually.

She walked up to Ning Zixing's side, knelt down, and stroked the swollen piece of his forehead over and over again. She hadn't figured out what had happened just now, she only knew that she and Ning Zixing would never go back.

She dragged Xinchang Ning Zixing to the bed with all her strength, and silently and laboriously helped him cover the quilt.

She quietly watched Ning Zixing who had fainted by the bedside, letting time fly by, until she was so tired that she had no strength before she got up to leave.