Chapter Seventy-Three: A Trip to the Demon Kingdom (4)
…… Qianyiyi, she had an impulse to say sorry in front of the bewitching woman. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
That's what she thought, and of course, that's what she did.
When she came to the bewitching door, she realized that she had involuntarily come here.
But it was almost ugly, and the light in the bewitching room was dark, so she stood in front of his door, thinking about the man.
Thinking about it, she didn't expect what she saw, and the person she was thinking about also opened the door, and the look of surprise in her stunned eyes made her heart happy......
When the enchantress invited her into the house, she did not refuse, because she had not seen him for many days, and now looking at his face, it was so love......
Enchanting was really standing at the door, and the invited Qian Fenyi strode into the enchanting room, and the moment Qian Ruiyi stepped into the threshold, she saw the enchantress who was still at the door looking at her blankly, her eyes darkened, and she pulled the enchantress and closed the door.
Enchanting was dazed by Qianyiyi's movements, he was now half-held in Qianyi's arms, and the unknown light in Qianyiyi's eyes made him dare not explore.
What happens next? He didn't dare to think about it.
"I'm sorry......" Qian Weiyi's eyes looked at the bewitching gently, her lips squirmed, and she spit out.
However, it was this one who was sorry and let the bewitching tears flow uncontrollably.
What did he hear? Qianwei was telling him that he was sorry, he suddenly felt that the strength he had pretended to be in the past few days had collapsed all of a sudden, he had really accumulated a lot of things in his heart in the past few days, and no one had to confide in him, so he could only press it in his heart, and sometimes he couldn't breathe normally when he was uncomfortable.
Qian Yiyi's sorry suddenly made him feel that he had something to rely on and someone to talk to, and he would no longer bear all this silently alone......
Qian Ruiyi looked at the enchanting pear blossom who was sad because of her sorry, and her heart was now very distressed about this man, and what she said that day must have hurt this man deeply.
She was a bastard that day, and she actually threw out a sentence like that, let's break up! How sad it must have been for the bewitching to bewitch, she knew that after she left that day, his two eyes that must have been crying were as swollen as walnuts, and how much perseverance he should have now not to be angry with her, alas! With a sigh in her mouth, let her indulge this time!
The voice of the bewitching cry changed from a howl at the beginning to a small sob, and Qian Weiyi put her hand on the back of the bewitching one, easing his current unstable breath.
Slowly, the bewitching was silent, but her head was still buried in Qianyi's arms and refused to come out, "Mei'er, come out, don't suffocate yourself!" Qian Yiyi said softly, and lifted her bewitching head from her arms.
Then just when Qian Yiyi was caught off guard, the bewitching gave her a real kiss, which was not the gentle, lingering kiss before, but with a kind of venting, a kind of bite, as if she wanted to vent the grievances of her whole body.
Qian Yiyi stood in place, hugging the bewitching waist, letting the enchanting vent her grievances in the past few days, until the faint smell of rust came from the mouths of the two people, and the enchanting slowly stopped.
This is the blood in Qian Qiyi's mouth......