Nan Yang trembled violently, the hot warmth of her abdomen made her extremely uncomfortable, and she subconsciously pressed Qinghuan's hand.

Qinghuan removed Nan Yang's lips, panting and leaning into Nan Yang's red earlobe, which was about to drip blood, and gently gnawed it, her hand clasped Nan Yang's waist tightly, and her strength was so strong that she wanted to rub her into her bones.

Nan Yang sensitively dodged Qinghuan's action of biting her earlobe, and unconsciously instinctively pushed Qinghuan in his hand.

Qinghuan grabbed Nan Yang's hand, unceremoniously gnawed it on his wrist, licking and kissing back and forth on the dark red scar, which made Nan Yang gasp.

"Light Huan ......" Nan Yang raised his head slightly, and his tail trembled.

With tears in her eyes, Qinghuan clasped Nan Yang's hand on her side, and frantically tore Nan Yang's coat in her hand, the delicate white clothes embossed by the white crane cloud pattern were torn messily, and Qing Huan kissed Nan Yang's exposed slender neck vigorously while forcibly taking off Nan Yang's clothes.

Nan Yang instinctively resisted in a panic, she didn't care about the white and round shoulders exposed by the white clothes she had taken off, and hurriedly found and grabbed Qinghuan's hand tightly, not letting her continue such crazy behavior.

Qinghuan was grabbed by Nan Yang's hand, suddenly quieted down, rested his face on Nan Yang's shoulder, and the moment his eyes closed, tears fell, moistening Nan Yang's shoulder.

"I know...... I'm dreaming...... In the past, I always had such dreams...... It must be that he is about to die, and God can't stand it, giving such a dream...... Since it's the last dream, why don't you behave better? Qinghuan choked up.

Nan Yang let go of Qinghuan's hand and tightly wrapped around the weak woman in her arms, her tears made her a little panicked: "Qinghuan, this is not a dream." It's just that you still have a wound in your chest, don't do this kind of ...... Intense action ......"

"You lied to me, how could this not be a dream, Master she doesn't want me...... She doesn't want me to ......" Qinghuan cried more and more fiercely.

"Qinghuan, look at me." Nan Yang pulled away Qinghuan, let her look at herself, helped her wipe away her tears, blushed and gently took Qinghuan's hand, slowly raised it in front of her eyes, half-closed her eyes, and bit Qinghuan's fingertips very restrainedly.

"Does it hurt? If you don't wake up from the pain, it means that it's not a dream. Nan Yang blushed and said seriously.

Qinghuan only felt that her head was a little dizzy, she withdrew her fingers, lowered her head, and was silent for a long time. After a while, he said:

"Your bite doesn't hurt at all."

“…… Either way, you can lie down now and have a good rest......" Nan Yang persuaded bitterly.

"I hurt." Qinghuan said softly.

Nan Yang knelt down and sat up, holding Qinghuan's hand: "Does the wound hurt?" Or ......"

"Hmm. It hurts everywhere. Qinghuan nodded.

"Then you ......"

"If you don't take your clothes off, I'll hurt even more."

Nan Yang suddenly understood what Qinghuan wanted to do, his face turned even redder, and he was silent for a while.

After a long time, Nan Yang said softly: "You...... Be sure to ...... Is that ......?"

"I want you. …… Otherwise, how can you convince me that this is not a dream? Qinghuan gently touched Nan Yang's face with her hand. She likes this woman, she likes it to the point of heartache, she likes it to the point of disbelieving, she is real.

Nan Yang lowered his eyes and pondered carefully. Finally, he sighed: "Okay, anyway...... Sooner or later......"

She knew that she liked this little apprentice, and in the future, they would definitely be together for a long time. This kind of thing...... It's not like she hasn't seen it for a hundred years, it's human nature. She was originally reluctant to try, but now, Qinghuan seems to need her. For the sake of Qinghuan, she is not completely unacceptable......

Now, she just wants to make Qinghuan happy.

Nan Yang didn't dare to look at Qinghuan on the other side, lowered his head and touched the belt of his clothes, and slowly pulled it away.

The woman in white on the opposite side has a refined and beautiful appearance, and the outline of every place is just right, her own temperament is so ascetic and cold, and the slow undressing action at this time is much more sultry than that of ordinary women. People can't help but want to press her down hard, so that there is emotion on her face that should not appear.

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They have a lot of time, a lot.