Yang Yu seemed to hear Huan Qilang say Wushi powder, dizzy and swollen, the screams around her, laughter, piano, and howls gradually became farther and blurred, and she pulled her neckline, revealing a piece of fair and tender skin, bewitching and suffocating.

I only felt that someone picked her up and walked out the door.

Yang Yu, who had lost his center of gravity, put his ear to this person's chest, listening to his heartbeat with the same rhythm as himself, and smiled stupidly. Passing through a wooden corridor and entering a clean grass house, this person placed Yang Yu on the couch with gentle and careful movements.

Yang Yu only felt that his ears were gradually clearing, and he slowly opened his eyes, with burning thoughts in his eyes.

"Qingqing. ”

Wang Jingzhi smiled warmly, revealing two rows of shell teeth, and the cheeks that made people just want to scream with joy were slightly pink. The hair was slightly messy, and a strand of hair hung down and was teasing Yang Yu's face left and right with the wind.

"Lang Jun is elegant and elegant, Ah Yu is vulgar and charming, how can the clouds and mud be intertwined?" Looking at Wang Jingzhi's questioning expression, Yang Yu was drunk, stroked his side face, and smiled stupidly: "Is it really you?" No, no. Yang Yu shook his head and denied.

The moment she was lost, her little face fell. In the next moment, her eyes lit up and said: "Langya Wang Jingzhi's super macro and refined, even if he says a few more words, it is just a joke, it must be a dream." Nodding firmly, she stretched out her hands again, holding his face, stroking his silky hair didn't seem to be enough fun, pouting her lips dissatisfiedly, as if she was confused, although her beautiful face was still young, she was charming, and she saw a bewitching figure in her slenderness. She dared to meet Wang Jingzhi's lips and pecked lightly.

Soft, hot, with some evocative sweetness between the lips and teeth.

She let go of her lips, looked at Wang Jingzhi, who was also smiling lightly, and said to herself: "Why, you are in my dream?" Her fingertips tickled his chin, and between her eyebrows were like poppies. She smiled stupidly and said, "Although it's a dream, it's soft?" ”

Hearing Yang Yu's drunken words, the coldness between Wang Jingzhi's eyebrows, which rejected people thousands of miles away, gradually dispersed, and the ethereal immortal posture carried an irresistible taste of love.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips gently, slowly, with his cold hands groping through her annoying clothes, Yang Yu only felt that something rushed to her brain and occupied all her thoughts.

Suddenly, her waist was loosened, and then the placket of her clothes was completely unfolded, and the wind blew on her warm skin, making her shiver unconsciously.

Facing his hand, Yang Yu's body trembled a little, and she said softly: "Lang Jun." Wang Jingzhi's heart seemed to turn into a pool of water.

He lowered his head, and the thin lips, where he touched lightly, made Yang Yu tremble again. Her face was slightly drunk and red, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly frowned, and she seemed to faint nervously, and she unconsciously bit the tip of her tongue.

The pain on the tip of her tongue and the tingling of her body filled her brain at the same time.

It hurts, it's not a dream!

"Hum", Yang Yu suddenly cleared up for a moment, and the string called reason in his mind tightened tightly, and pushed Wang Jingzhi away violently.

Wang Jingzhi's handsome and suffocating face, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, his slightly slender eyes were slightly surprised, and the corners of his cold lips carried a different evil charm from the past. Dressed in a plain robe and white, his chest unintentionally spread out a little, revealing a tall and handsome chest. Unexpectedly, she suddenly resisted, was pushed aside, and was stunned for a moment. Then he stretched out his long, white and slender fingers.

Yang Yu flashed, but did not dodge, Wang Jingzhi's hands were slow and orderly, like flowing water, he tidied up Yang Yu's clothes, and the corners of his lips showed his teeth and smiled: "My Qingqing, no one can see it." His smile was as elegant as mist, Yang Yu couldn't help but shake his head, as if the evil spirit on the corner of the person's lips just now had never appeared, but she had seen it wrong.

Yang Yu didn't know whether to be shocked or ashamed, her panicked eyes were red, she took a breath and said, "I'm not your Qingqing." As soon as he said this sentence, tears came out of his eyes, which were still a little confused.

Her tears flowed like water, and her little hands kept wiping them on her face. And the man just watched silently, and handed over a plain white and fragrant handkerchief from time to time.

She cried for a while, and finally gradually stopped, and said fiercely: "If today's events are known to others, my reputation!" She exclaimed in pain, her face miserable. Wang Jingzhi was amused by her appearance, his voice was clear, and he said like a jewel tapping: "The person you picked, but Pei Liang?" ”

Yang Yu turned his eyes to look at him slightly, as if he was angry, and said sincerely: "He is a good person, besides." Yang Yu looked at Wang Jingzhi's searching eyes, and unconsciously turned his eyes to look at Luo Shuidao, who was gradually freezing outside the grassland: "That's the person I fought hard and had a chance to deserve." "The momentum is even weaker than just now.

Pei Liang is not from a family, such a person, as long as he is devoted to himself, as long as she works a little hard, there is a chance, isn't it?

Wang Jingzhi touched her fragrant lips, sat on the couch, leisurely hands on her smooth chin that looked a little arrogant, raised her lips and smiled: "You sister-in-law, you are really confessing." As if thinking of something, he smiled again: "No, I am never in your choice." ”

Yang Yu stared at his fluttering face in amazement, nodded and said, "Lang Jun is a high-ranking lord, Ah Yu doesn't dare to turbid Lang Jun."

Wang Jingyi raised his eyebrows, and then said: "You have kissed my Langjun's lips." You have stroked my Langjun's hair, even my Langjun's chest. The smile on the corner of his lips was clearly clear and lofty, but these words made people blush-faced and embarrassed. He stretched out his finger and pointed to his chest, and continued, "You have also touched it, but you still say that you dare not be turbid?" ”

Yang Yu lowered her red face, eager to get into the frozen Luo water, she said softly: "Yes." ”

Wang Jingzhi thought so, and continued: "It's because you don't dare to muddy me, maybe there is also that Huan Qilang." You have never been afraid to be seen by Huan Qi or me in your city. ”

Yang Yu took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, the crimson on his face receded a little, and said calmly: "If a good person wants to become a Buddha, he has to go through nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, and he has to recite the scriptures thousands of times. And the bad guys, just put down the butcher's knife. She paused and said, "When I marry into Pei's Mansion one day, I will put down the butcher's knife." Yang Yu's bright little face raised a smile, and there was a sadness in his eyes that he couldn't see through.

Wang Jingzhi shook his head and got up, glanced at Yang Yu on the couch, how majestic it was, and before Yang Yu could react, Wang Jingzhi stared at Yang Yu's dark eyes, and his thin lips faintly overflowed with a touch of anger and said, "Crooked." "I hate it in my heart, but it's just a vulgar girl.

Suddenly leaned over and kissed her lips fiercely, the lips only fit for a few seconds, but Yang Yu seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, and he said coldly and indifferently: "Since you have tried your best to arouse my interest, and I have looked at you lightly, I feel that I can't spare you." ”

After this man said this, he went away without mercy.

"Ahh Yang Yu looked at Wang Jingzhi's back and wanted to stop him, but he screamed, but he didn't know what to say. If the intimate act was caused by drugs, then what is this kiss? Does she really have any reputation?

Yang Yu staggered, as if the medicinal power had dissipated somewhat, reluctantly leaned against the wall of the grass house, got up, and staggered out.

Yang Yu's body was unstable, and Jingmo hurriedly caught up with him and helped Yang Yu into the carriage.

The carriage sped away.

Yang Yu's heart was worried, his palms were full of cold sweat, was he angry? Why?

Suddenly, the carriage came to a slow stop, and the coachman said, "Girl, there is a carriage in front of you parked in the middle of the road." ”