Yan Murong is a normal man, a young man with strong blood - although he is already twenty-five or six, according to the average age of human beings now, sixty years old is considered middle-aged, and he is in his twenties, not yet a minor.

A minor little virgin, when he encounters such a thing, it is already good to only spray a little nosebleed.

Etiquette was exchanged, Teng Xiangling let him touch his chest, and he spilled the two blood arrows that spurted out of his nose at the other party - and the accuracy was surprisingly good, flowing directly down the deep groove in his chest.

"I didn't mean to." Yan Murong pinched his nose and explained angrily. And Teng Xiangling also reacted now, his face had turned red, his eyebrows were upside down, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was as if he was going to eat someone.

Looking down at Yan Murong's hand that was still holding her chest, and then at Yan Murong with an innocent face, Teng Xiangling was completely angry.

Not only did he touch it, but he also caught it. Teng Xiangling thought - his first time was gone?

She had looked forward to the scene countless times, like the kind of happy dream that every girl loves—a prince on a white horse surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds who came to marry her. However, no matter how you look at it, Yan Murong doesn't look like a prince. Is there a prince who squirts nosebleeds when he sees a woman?

Yan Murong was also very depressed - he felt ashamed. I haven't seen any strong winds and waves, isn't it just grabbing the soft flesh of a woman's chest twice, why did you spray nosebleeds? Why? Why is it yourself who bleeds first?

"Smack!"

Teng Xiangling realized his impulse, slapped Yan Murong's hand away, and shouted. "Rascal, Langniang, I'll kill you." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled it towards Yan Murong's face.

Still coming? Yan Murong was shocked, he was almost disfigured by that kick just now, and now he still wants to hit - no one wants to ruin my handsome face.

So, Teng Xiangling's hand was grasped by Yan Murong, in order to prevent her from committing murder again, Yan Murong simply grabbed her arm, pulled her over, and then grabbed his arm and turned, Teng Xiangling turned around and leaned on Yan Murong's arms. And Yan Murong's other hand also grabbed Teng Xiangling's other hand, and then pulled it towards his chest. The two leaned together in a very ambiguous posture.

Teng Xiangling struggled, Yan Murong hugged more and more, and she definitely couldn't let go of her and let her beat herself.

struggled for a long time, but instead of struggling away, he suddenly felt that his buttocks were pressed against something hard - everyone is an adult, and Teng Xiangling naturally knows what it is.

So, she stopped struggling, her face turned crimson, and she said in a pleading voice. "Yan Murong, you let go of me, you hurt me."

Hurting you? The kick you kicked just now hurt me, Yan Murong thought stingily - a fool will let you go and let you fight. Once is enough, do you want to come a second time?

"Don't let go." Yan Murong said in a resolute tone.

"Let go of me, let's sit down and have a good talk." Teng Xiangling twisted his body slightly and said.

Teng Xiangling's face was blushing, and she felt a tingling sensation coming from her lower body, which made her ashamed.

It didn't matter if this twist was made, Yan Murong felt his qi and blood surging up, and he had the urge to spray nosebleeds again-he sucked his nose twice before he stopped this impulse.

"Let go of me, I'm angry if you don't let go." Teng Xiangling forced himself to calm down and said.

"Don't let go, let go of you and hit me again, I can't hit you. I won't let it go. Yan Murong said with a firm face, and at the same time, his ass couldn't help but push against it—he found that this feeling seemed to be quite comfortable.

"You bastard." Teng Xiangling felt Yan Murong's movements and immediately scolded. "Bastards, bastards, scoundrels."

"How dare you scold me?" Yan Murong said with a glare.

What happened to the virgin? Virgins are also dignified, and Yan Murong doesn't care about dignity - things like dignity and face are dispensable for him. If you are kicked before, you will be kicked - the problem is, you don't blame yourself for the rest of the matter. It was you who asked me to touch it, and you also grabbed my hand and pressed it, and now you are calling me a hooligan, is there still a royal law? Is there still a heavenly principle?

The clay man still has three points of earthiness, not to mention Yan Murong, a guy who has never been willing to be angry.

Don't you say I'm a hooligan? Okay, then I'll show you the hooligans.

Impulsiveness is the devil, and as soon as Yan Murong is impulsive, he becomes a devil.

Pull Teng Xiangling's two arms back, then pull them behind her back, and then grab her two wrists with one hand. With one free hand, he pulled it towards the translucent purple tulle nightdress.

In "Lust and Caution", when Mr. Yi treated Wang Jiazhi, he used this trick - first press down on the bed, then pull out the belt, and finally tear the cheongsam.

What Yan Murong wanted to say was that not only cheongsams could do this, but also nightdresses - and nightdresses were much thinner than cheongsam, making them easier to operate.

When Yan Murong pressed his hands on the bed with his back, Teng Xiangling panicked. A pair of eyes full of panic. When Yan Murong's hand grabbed the hem of her nightdress and pulled it hard, making a "tearing" sound, she knew what Yan Murong was going to do - obviously, she had also seen the movie directed by Li Da, and it was an uncut version.

"Let go of me, Yan Murong, you let go of me, you can't do this to me." Teng Xiangling struggled violently and shouted in panic.

She said that she wanted to be Yan Murong's woman, and she also thought that sooner or later there would be this day, but she didn't think that this moment would come so early.

To be Yan Murong's woman, it is just to let Yan Murong help her - perhaps, when she likes her in the future, she will give herself to him, but now- she still doesn't like him.

"Don't let go." Yan Murong shook his head firmly. "You bleed me, and I'm going to make you bleed."

At this time, Yan Murong's years of hard training really showed - one hand, he only used one hand to tear Teng Xiangling's nightdress, then the red underwear with a hollow pattern, and finally the clothes on his body.

Xiao Murong under him had already sung a war song, and rushed to the battlefield just waiting for him to give an order.

Hey, why can't you get in? Yan Murong, the junior brother, sadly found that he couldn't find the entrance after flashing left and right for a long time.

It's like when you have millions of dollars in cash in front of you, and you only need to cross a ravine in front of you to get it, only to find that your legs are too short to get it, this kind of mood is very depressing.

PS: Will it be a river crab?