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Before he could stand firmly, he pulled him over and crashed into the hot magma-like arms, the warm water waving on the skin next to him, making people just want to hum comfortably.

Zhen Yue looked at his dark pupils, squinted and said, "I heard that this Master Meiyuan has been here." ”

“……。” Bei Mo Ling frowned slightly, his eyes showed doubts, and he seemed to be trying his best to remember who the master was.

Zhen Yue saw him frowning and contemplating, the corners of his mouth swayed like a crescent moon, he is a person who loves and hates clearly, although he has a bad temper, but he is a person who dares to act, all his thoughts are on national affairs, I am afraid that he has long forgotten what happened here.

Zhen Yue was overjoyed, raised her hand around his neck, and gave her own fragrant kiss.

Bei Moling was flattered, she couldn't stand Zhen Yue's teasing the most, her muscles tensed instantly, imprisoning her in her arms, and her wet hand caressed her slippery back, blooming a little spark.

"Uh-huh......."

The tip of his tongue slid around her earlobe, his lips sucking on her neck and collarbone, licking the droplets of water from her body.

The steaming of the heat, the delicate body was already red, showing an evil charm, Bei Moling looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him and gasped.

The burning tongue stirred in front of her chest, the half-hanging eyebrows and eyes couldn't cover the fiery Qing tide, Zhen Yue was a little suffocated by his kiss, and she couldn't stand the unscrupulous ignition on his body, and with a short muffled hum, she unconsciously raised her legs and clamped them on the man's strong waist.

I saw Bei Mo Ling suddenly raise his head, his pupils seemed to be hiding a wolf, and he arrogantly pushed Zhen Yue against the stone rock of the hot spring.

The stone rock was polished extremely smooth, and it didn't feel pain, but it was a little cold, and the snow fell down, melting on the hot delicate body, and the temperature continued to rise, as if it was going to swallow everything.

"Beimo Ling ......." Zhen Yue was half-lying on the stone rock, groaning unbearably.

Bei Mo Ling raised his eyebrows evilly, deliberately squeezed into her legs, and spit out an evil word, "Want it?" ”

Zhen Yue's cheeks were as red as blood, and she was tortured by him as if she was floating on the waves, listening to his provocative words, she said impatiently: "You are really getting worse and worse." ”

"Ah......h Zhen Yue exclaimed, his wet body was still wrapped around his waist, but he was carried out of the water, and the rippling splash fell into the steaming hot spring with the movements of the two, pleasing to the ears and soul.

Bei Mo Ling maintained the undisguised posture of the two, walking barefoot on the warm white jade ground, the ink hair was wet, and the water droplets slid down the man's strong chest, and Zhen Yue's face was red and red.

Picking up the red silk on the side of the hot spring, it is actually a small square world with a unique flavor.

There was a snow-white velvet blanket on the ground, she was gently placed on it, and the tip of her nose was a light scent of mulberry leaves, Zhen Yue had never been to the plum garden, and she knew when she was lying here that this guy would usually enjoy it.

Bei Mo Ling propped up on both sides, not giving her time to react at all, and decisively and simply snatched in, leading Huang Long directly.

The instant fullness made her scream uncomfortably, Bei Moling paused slightly, and the kiss fell densely, deep and sensational.

Zhen Yue opened her eyes, looked at his eyebrows, and said emotionally: "Bei Moling, I love you." ”

Bei Mo Ling trembled, his lips still stayed on her reddened neck, for a long time, the heat dissipated a little, Zhen Yue saw that he was motionless, raised his hand slightly, and wanted to push him, but he noticed a wet touch on his neck, drop by drop.

Suddenly, her eyes were red, she had seen him cry twice in her life, once on the night of Empress Dowager Xuan's death, and again now.

Bei Mo Ling slowly raised his head, staring at her eyes affectionately, excited and trembling, his voice was a little trilling, "Yue'er, I am very happy, it is you who illuminate my dark life. ”

His love was so heavy, thousands of times more than hers, how could words express it!

Zhen Yue tapped the corners of his lips and kept repeating I love you.

Once she was afraid that she would never have a chance to say it again, whenever she woke up from a dream, she would always look for him, afraid that everything was just a dream of Nan Ke, only when she saw him lying quietly beside her and sleeping soundly, she would suppress her fear and feel that all the suffering had passed.

Bei Moling listened to her affectionate confession, her eyes were as bright as stars, and she attacked with all her strength without reservation, moving in and out, integrating full of love into her body.

The fast gan rolled like a big wave, the gasping was so rapid that it suffocated, and the places that were closely connected were turned into honey by the overwhelming love.

Tonight, he was paranoid to the point of madness, asking again and again, as if he was never tired, Zhen Yue catered to his conquest, feeling as if he was going to crush himself into blood and bones, occupying every gap in her.

Snow drifting vegetarian, dark fragrance.

Zhen Yue walked out of the plum garden in her arms by Bei Mo Ling, her body full of love was tightly wrapped, and her beautiful cheeks were flushed that had not dissipated.

There was snow falling on the tip of her nose, Zhen Yue stretched out her hand to catch the crystal snowflakes, looked at the black sky, and her voice was a little low because of the overdraft of her body, "Bei Mo Ling, let's go to the Beichuan Plateau, you said that you want to take me to see the funeral matchmaker who cruises all year round, and hunt a snow wolf for me." ”

Bei Mo Ling lowered his head slightly, and the dark fragrance lingered, "The end of the world, where you say to go, we will go." ”

"What about government affairs?"

"Leave it to them to do it, let me do it, they might as well settle it with a foot of white silk."

Zhen Yue chuckled, this guy is still unforgiving.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhen Yue and Bei Mo Ling went to the Amethyst Palace to say goodbye, Beigong Jun stood at the end of the corridor in a golden dragon robe, the snowflakes in the eaves corridor rolled on his beautiful sleeves, and the fox looked at them with peach blossoms.

He is still the same as in his impression, his behavior is a normal dissolute behavior, but the peach blossom eyes under Jun's eyebrows are an increasingly stable male spirit, since he experienced Bei Moling's danger, he has put away his frivolity.

When she looked at Zhen Yue, she showed a very peaceful smile, and at that moment, she remembered that in the dilapidated Dongzhe Palace, among the flowers in the garden, the man drank tears and sadly told about the dusty past.

That night was the same as today, the snow was white, the sky and the earth were pale, the only difference was that they had all changed, and they all found their own destiny in their fate.

Kitagawa Plateau.

The tall snow peaks are proud of the frost, the cold wind is howling, the whole body of snow lotus is cruising with the wind, and the lively Beiying old tribe is the only ethnic group left in the Beichuan Plateau.

The men were releasing eagles and dogs in the snowy forest, and the horses were galloping on the perennial snow, and their rough skin was full of hearty smiles.

Zhen Yue was lying on the soft jade couch, her cheeks were a little abnormally flushed, and the stove in the tent was very close to her, but she was still chilling all over.