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"Hmm." A slight bow. Ming and Ye put his hands on his thighs, not moving, and his expression was calm.

Duanmu Jin's knuckles were distinct, and with slender white fingers, he picked up a bunch of small bee grapes dripping with water droplets. I don't know who lined whom, the white jade-like fingers held the emerald little bee, there was an indescribable sexiness, and the night 'rumbled' swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Duanmu Jin glanced at the night, it was really five hundred years of injustice, three thousand eons of demonic obstacles, and the night's Adam's apple squirmed up and down.

Duanmu Jin's eyebrows and eyes are extremely beautiful, and they are the kind of eyebrows that fly obliquely into the sideburns in the legend. It's thin, but it's thick and black, as if it's dyed with ink.

From the corner of the eye to the end of the eye, the lines are incomparably clear and smooth, like the ink lines drawn by a fine brush, flexible and tactful.

The black and white eyes are clear and unvariated.

It's just such a pair of eyes, hooking people with seven souls and three souls.

Duanmu Jin reclined on the bed, with delicate and smooth skin under the loose placket, fair and attractive. He made an orchid finger shape in his right hand, holding the stem of the little bee, his red lips opened slightly, and his pink little tongue stretched out, and he slowly licked it on the little bee.

Crystal clear droplets of water slide down the corners of the mouth and down the jaw to the neck, leaving wet marks along the way. Little by little, it penetrates into the heart of Ming and Night.

What's more, Duanmu Jin still looks like he is picking up a lot of things, which is simply tempting.

"Lord Wang, I want it." Before he finished speaking, he flew to Duanmu Jin's neck and sucked Duanmu Jin's neck like a hungry wolf.

Soon, Duanmu Jin's neck was densely covered with kiss marks.

Suddenly, Duanmu Jin pushed Ye away, and Ye rolled to the ground defenselessly.

"Lord Wang." Ye fell to the ground for no apparent reason, and immediately got up again, and reflexively fell to his knees.

"Night, you were so tempting last night." Duanmu Jin raised his eyebrows obliquely, with thousands of styles.

Night's kneeling hand shook a few times, and soon Night's hand steady.

"But, you should know my rules. I love obedient pets. Duanmu's eyes rolled to him, then retracted them, staring intently at the little bee.

There are a few bouquets of jasmine in the spring vase of the Jingdezhen jade pot, and the jasmine is already in full bloom. A fragrance of his heart wafted in the room, like a mysterious beautiful girl with long water sleeves, although she couldn't be seen, her figure was itching.

Enigma, enigma, enigma, she's a maddening mystery.

"Lord Wang, it's not like this." Ye was anxious to express his thoughts, raised his panicked face, rubbed his legs on the ground, and knelt down in front of Duanmu Jin's bed.

"How's that going?" Duanmu Jin leaned forward, his slender fingers hooked Ye's chin, and the placket of his clothes slipped down a lot.

Night's eyes darkened, biting his thin lip, bowing his head and saying nothing.

"There's nothing to say, is there?" Duanmu Jin's body approached at night, close to his ear, like a lover's bow and whispered: "Go and get the punishment yourself." ”

The night instantly opened his copper bell, his thin lips were bitten with red blood, and his face turned pale.

"Go ahead, good." Duanmu Jin lowered his head and touched Ye's lips with his lips, and blood suddenly stained Duanmu Jin's lips. Duanmu Jin's lips were a little pale, and now they are a little more bloody, but for some reason, such Duanmu Jin looks like a goblin from hell.

The night trembled and wanted to get up from the ground, several times relying on the right leg to exert force, bending the knee, the right hand on the knee, the left hand on the ground, trying to get up, but the whole body was weak, unable to get up, kneeling on the ground.

Seeing the eyes with clear eyes, looking at the nose with the nose.

You are not strange, it stands to reason that a good man like Ming should help people regardless of time and place, why did he come to the prince, as if he had become a wooden man.

Duanmu Jin tilted his head, closed his eyes, and looked peaceful, as if he was asleep.

Night slowly rubbed his legs on the ground, and moved towards the nearest pillar step by knee.

The fragrance of jasmine became more and more intense, and through a layer of gauze curtains, under the light of the candles, the shadows flashing on the curtains danced a passionate Latin dance.

Night finally knelt down under the pillar, and he raised his eyes to look at the bamboo-like figure on the bed.

finally hung his head in disappointment, his calves kept trembling, and his muscles couldn't help twitching. The hands that used to be white are now covered with ash, but the green tendons can still be clearly seen.

Leaning against the pillar, the thin lips of the night are slightly open, a bit like a dying fish on land, desperately sucking in oxygen.

Then lift your feet, intending to go out. Just one step, and then hit a corner.

His waist steadied and he moved out step by step.

When he walked to the door, Duanmu Jin spit out: "I don't like to touch blood-stained skin." ”

Night paused, then cautiously replied, "Yes." ”

"What do you think of my newly-married princess?" Duanmu Jin picked up an emerald ivory snuffbox.

"Last night, when I saw the princess for the first time, she was completely frightened." Ming knelt on the ground and lowered his head: "But then when she woke up the next time, she cast a 。。。。。。 ”

Ming frowned, not knowing how to describe it or how to say it.

"Bland, accustomed to it." Duanmu Jin took a deep breath of the gas coming out of the snuffbox.

"Yes." Ming nodded.

"You say, why is the contrast between a woman raised in a deep boudoir so big?" Duanmu Jin muttered to herself, "How do you react to her during the day?" ”

"Dignified, graceful." Ming hesitated for a moment and gave an answer.

Duanmu Jin's knuckled index finger and thumb rubbed against the emerald green ivory snuffbox: "The princess has just arrived, you can talk to the princess more." ”

"Yes." Ming kowtowed on the ground: "The subordinates retreat." ”

"Shangguan autumn, Shangguan autumn." Duanmu Jin clearly looked at the emerald green ivory snuffbox with an inquiring smile.

He remembered that he smiled at the woman, who was just startled and... and regret.

It's funny, she's the first person who dares to feel sorry for herself. Why should she feel sorry for herself? The emerald green ivory snuffbox shattered with a "snap". The yellow powder scattered inside, and after a while, the smell of tobacco merged with the smell of jasmine.

Poor Shangguan Qiu, she didn't know that she had been noticed by the hunters, and she was still playing the role of her virtuous and virtuous princess there, entering the play little by little, and being shackled by the role bit by bit.