The indoor lights were dim, and Song Jingran gently unraveled them, and the frost and wood were messy.

"You go away, don't touch me, don't be so hot" Shuangmuzi was confused, his hands were swinging around, and he was a little afraid.

Song Jingran grabbed Shuangmuzi's hand and said softly, "Xuan'er, it won't be hot for a while." ”

Frost Muzi is like a docile bird, no longer swaying; Song Jingran saw that Shuang Muzi was calm, and gently covered himself. Shuangmuzi seemed to be eager for Song Jingran's closeness, and felt the unusual temperature, Shuangmuzi hugged Song Jingran tightly, sent her lips, and sucked jerky;

Song Jingran originally escaped from Yu Zixia with a body of desire-fire, the desire-fire did not dissipate, and when he saw that Shuangmuzi was so eager, a warm current came from his lower body, which swept away all reason; The moisturizer began to respond, slowly reaching in, the tongue moving in the mouth, intertwining with each other, he and they cooperated so tacitly.

Because the drug worked, Shuang Muzi was already restless, pulling Song Jingran's clothes until the two were separated by belly pockets.

"Hmm" until the two of them had difficulty breathing, Song Jingran looked at the people under him in a daze, crimson cheeks, fascinated eyes, and the curled lips became red and swollen because of each other's sucking, the lust in his body struck again, the moisturizing lips gradually moved down from the eyes, from the jade neck to the chest plump, the full plump under the heavy breath, undulating continuously, when the lip flap swam over the plump jade bean, the pink and tender instantly became stiff, as if eager to get the rain, the tip of his soft tongue, gently hooked, the jade bean fell into his mouth, he tossed and turned and sucked, The big palm was still playing with another abundance, and at this moment, he was lost in his own desires, immersed in a full love, without the slightest realization that he was trying to save his life.

"Hmm" Shuangmuzi has long been unconscious, like a pool of spring water, twisting his slender waist, heavy breath, and constantly screaming.

Song Jingran felt the needs of the people under him, he handed over the jade run in his mouth to the big palm to take over, and the moisturizing lips were covered with red lips, he used his legs to support the jade legs, and his lower body was on the top of his private parts, Xu was because of his inner consideration, he hesitated, with the needs of his body, he still stood up, and they were perfectly combined with each other.

"Ah, it hurts, you go away" Because of the pain, Shuangmuzi grabbed Song Jingran's sturdy back and pushed hard.

"Well, it won't hurt in a while." Because of Shuang Muzi's painful exclamation, Song Jingran regained consciousness slightly, he knew that this was her first time, and he had to adapt slowly, he hugged her tightly, lowered his head and gently sucked her earlobe, holding the delicate buds; Feeling the people below him begin to relax, he tried to move slowly again.

"Uh-huh" Shuangmuzi gradually adapted, and he didn't feel the pain just now, but his infinite needs.

Shuang Muzi's blurry and seductive eyes, Yin Hong's curled lips opened slightly, and let out a mesmerizing moan, Song Jingran fell into it again, and became more evil, he raised Sheng Xue's jade legs, and his movements became fast and fierce, so he wantonly occupied her body.

"Ahh

Straight into the dawn, Song Jingran woke up slightly, looked at the sleeping person in his arms, thinking about the madness of the night, there was an inexplicable longing, he still sighed secretly in his heart, with a trace of remorse, and more guilt and self-blame, if it wasn't about life and death, thinking about it, he wouldn't be like this, thinking about it, the guilty heart was comforted.

Gently getting up, a touch of bright red between the beds, once again filled himself with guilt; After putting on his clothes, Song Jingran walked to the main hall, and the figure of Prince Beiliang was gone.

Song Jingran shouted "Dark Soul" in a low and cold voice to the empty room

"The subordinates are here." The shadow of the dark soul appeared in the park.

"It's all arranged?" Song Jingran still said coldly.

"Yes." Dark Souls are also as cold as ice compared to normal times.

"Next, you should know how to do it." Song Jingran walked outside the house, implying that he was leaving.

"My subordinates understand." The dark souls have followed Song Jingran for several years, and there is no need to say anything to each other.

Song Jingran walked away, he only cared about life and death for Shuangmuzi, and nothing else, and he couldn't explain his desire for a night, he didn't think about being responsible for her, and he didn't even think about facing this relationship.

The dark soul of the "Young Master Frost Girl" mustered up the courage and wanted to save a glimmer of possibility for Frost Muzi.

"Do what you have to do." Song Jingran left a sentence in a cold voice and disappeared. The dark soul suddenly sighed for Frost Muzi, after all, it was a mistake.

When Frost Muzi woke up, it was already morning; Confused memories, blurred figures, scurrying in the mind; The more the drowsy consciousness tries to remember, the more confused it becomes; The pain in the body proves that he was debauched last night under the joy of others.

The dark soul saw that Frost Muzi hadn't woken up for a long time, so he came in to have a look. I saw that Shuangmuzi curled on the foot of the bed, and cried gloomily.

The dark soul of "Muzi" sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Shuangmuzi distressedly.

"Is that him?" In Shuangmuzi's memory, only Prince Beiliang appeared, so the person who was happy with him was also Prince Beiliang.

"Last night, you mistakenly ate Prince Beiliang's wine, so" The dark soul selfishly avoided Shuangmuzi's question, but tactfully told the truth.

"I want to be alone for a while." Shuangmuzi let the tears sway on his face, and his sluggish expression not only made people worry.

The dark soul of "Muzi" saw that Frost Muzi was like this, and he was really afraid of what would happen.

"I don't have anything to do, I just want to be alone." Shuangmuzi didn't react otherwise, the dirty face in her mind, the shameful joy, at this moment, she wanted to bury her memories and die.

Perhaps, it would be better to let her be quiet, the dark soul patted the frost wood lightly, did it to comfort, and then got up to leave; In Shuangmuzi's trance-like expression, there was nothing unusual to see, and it was even more difficult to imagine.