Jun Moying.

These three words are his name, but no one has called them for many years.

In his memory, except for his father who would call him Ying'er when he was a child, at other times, no one dared to call his name lightly. is the queen mother, when he was young, he was called the prince, and now he is called the emperor, and there is nothing else.

Not to mention the women in the harem.

Who is not respectful when they see him on weekdays? Even if there are occasionally one or two who dare to be coquettish with him, why are they not afraid and afraid in their hearts, and by the way, they plan how to say every sentence and how to do every action?

Of course, he wouldn't give them that chance to call him by name.

Before this little thing, if anyone dares to do this, it is a great sin to kill the head, and it will not be forgiven.

But I don't know why, this little thing obviously doesn't have any rules, he talks upside down, does things in a daze, and always dares to contradict him, and even splashes his hands on him, but he can back down again and again.

It seems that the little thing can do anything, and it seems that he can be so tolerant all the time, as long as the object is this little thing, then anything can be done.

Is......

Feng Qian looked at him in a daze, and almost lost in those deep phoenix eyes.

This man even allowed himself to call his name?

Jun Moying - the name of the emperor in front of him, can he actually call it?

Feng Qian's heart was beating faster, and his face was flushed.

Whoa, nasty, hate, hate!

Why does this nasty man always give her so many privileges, and why does he always seduce her with beautiful men's tricks!

Feng's fair little face is full of crimson, the straight nose bridge is elegantly curved, and the cherry lips that are slightly pursed due to shyness are even more seductive. The thick black and slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the moonlight, gently stirring Jun Moying's heart like two brushes.

"Hmph, I don't believe you!" She looked away and pouted, "You say it's okay now, what if you regret it one day in the future?" Then I don't have to move my head! ”

"You've got a solid head." Jun Moying scolded with a smile and touched the back of her head, "I will take a good look at her for you." ”

His voice was low and his breath was heavy, but it was as solemn as an oath.

"As long as I'm here, your head will never move."

As soon as the words fell, he didn't give Feng Qian any more chance to speak, and directly blocked her mouth.

It's not like the dragonflies in the past, this time, it's clearly the enthusiasm and passion of the thunder and the earth.

Jun Moying's lips were hot, and her long tongue squeezed into Feng Qian's mouth without saying anything, not giving her any respite at all, writing and driving her tongue to dance with him.

With one hand against her back and the other on the back of her head, Jun Moying's slender fingertips penetrated into her soft hair, sucking and biting fiercely.

The tip of her dexterous tongue continued to probe deeper along the inner wall of her mouth, reaching the throat area deep at the base of Feng Qian's tongue, tasting the sweetness in her mouth wantonly.

The breath that belonged to him Yan zhòng interfered with Feng Qian's thoughts, and she only felt as if the big fuss was instantaneous, and she was disturbed by the man's domineering movements, and the air in her lungs was absorbed, absorbed, and finally disappeared little by little.

All of them are more like following the body's most primitive instincts and desires.

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