As soon as the chirping figure disappeared, Erlang Zhenjun immediately stood up. He didn't stand up alone, he was still holding He Yuting together. He Yuting was startled and found that Erlang Zhenjun was moving with her in great strides. "Where are you taking me?" She asked nervously.

"You don't want to stay here and watch the girls clean up the table, do you?" Erlang Zhenjun replied with a smile and walked up to the third floor.

There is only one room on the third floor, which is a lot of space. The large windows connect to the north, south, and north, so even if you stand in the center of the room, you can see the scenery in all directions. The windows were not closed, and the night breeze swept in and lifted the white scarf curtains. Standing here, there is a sense of heroism to be a king. He Yuting imagined that Erlang Zhenjun didn't wear anything, slept alone on the big bed in the center of the room for one night, and got out of bed naked in the morning light the next day, crossed her waist and split her legs to watch the back of the sunrise - mom, it's so exciting!

As soon as Jiro Zhenjun put her down on the ground, she turned around and ran towards the door. The door was hidden and unlocked. He Yuting was glad that she could easily pull the door towards her, and if she opened it a little wider, she could "escape" sideways. She was secretly surprised that she actually used the word "escape". The surprise was not over, and a hand reached out from behind and pushed the door back with force in the opposite direction. The sound of the door closing with a "pop" was deafening. A force from behind forced her, sandwiching her between the door and the person, and another hot arm, like a thick python, wrapped around her waist with a goosebump-inducing uniform motion, tightening little by little, and carrying her arch to the body behind her. The two fit together perfectly.

Erlang Zhenjun's long breath was like the breath of a fire dragon, forming a long-lasting whirlpool of wind in her neck socket. They stood in this position for a while. Then Erlang Zhenjun couldn't suppress his laughter, and his whole body trembled slightly. He had long removed his armor and was wearing only a soft and light cotton robe. The trembling sensation from his body adhered to He Yuting's back, and she could completely receive the rhythm from every texture on his body.

He Yuting clamed at the door frame, trying not to let herself slide.

"What run?" Jiro Zhenjun asked.

"Where are the many empty rooms? Well? He Yuting said provocatively. Unfortunately, the provocation was unsuccessful, and even she herself heard the smell of a dead duck's hard beak. When she was depressed, she suddenly found Erlang Zhenjun's knee between her legs, and she was so frightened that she shouted: "Don't! ”

Erlang Zhenjun smiled even more. "Don't?" He said, "You're almost slipping to the ground, I'll get you a leg stool for you to sit on, don't you thank me and say no?" After that, he didn't make any further moves. It really served as a leg stool, so that He Yuting could be sandwiched between the door panel and him decilessly. He Yuting couldn't help but glare back at him.

There were no lights on in the house.

The round and big moon hung outside the nearest window, and the white moonlight sprinkled on her menacing half of her side face like a layer of frosting sugar, and there was a crystal water in the corner of her eyes echoing the bright moon outside the window like half a pearl.

Erlang Zhenjun remembered the night of the candles in the cave room thousands of years ago, and remembered the countless nights of double accommodation and amphibious before the blood feud broke out. Those beautiful memories suddenly flew out of the sealed box, and with an aphrodisiac sweetness burrowed into every capillary he was exposed to in the air. He only felt his heart swaying, followed by the urge to swell in his blood. The various strategies that were premeditated before, such as retreating to advance and luring cicadas out of their shells, were now all burned clean by a nameless fire. He groaned, in pain. When he forced it down, he could see her eyes widening even more, looking at her worriedly.

"I'm sorry." Erlang Zhenjun whispered when he sucked on her earlobe, and wanted to be patient and coax her, but the fragrance on her body was too strong and tempting, and in the end she had to compromise and surrender in frustration. "Well, forget it. I'll apologize to you next time. ”

"What? What the? He Yuting shouted one after another. The next second, she was thrown into the big bed behind her. I don't know what is on the bed, and as soon as I lie down, I sink into it half a finger deep. He Yuting had just spit out the strands of hair that had flown to her mouth, and the strands were entrained by a hot kiss, wrapping around her tongue and his tongue. She whimpered, struggling to sit up as she struggled to push the person away.

"Stab-" sounded like the sound of clothes being torn.

He Yuting froze, and looked at the source of the voice beside the bed in a daze-Erlang Zhenjun's long hair was scattered on his shoulders, and the two halves of his torn clothes were sliding down his bare shoulders, revealing his lean upper body. He stared at He Yuting with red eyes, panting like a cow.

"Y-What are you tearing your clothes for?" He Yuting was stupid and asked a super troublesome question: "No, isn't there a one-click costume change?" ”

"Ah, I forgot." Erlang Zhenjun is like a leopard hunting for food, pressing forward step by step.

He Yuting moved back. She moved too slowly, and was soon circled on Jiro Zhenjun, turning into a picture of two people face to face, forehead to forehead. Erlang Zhenjun was short of breath, and every breath involved the extremely tight muscles of the whole body to make a small bulge and smooth movement. He Yuting's breathing rate is not much better than his. After all, he is a person who has been a husband and wife, and He Yuting can read the hint of "invite me, quickly, invite me" from his eyes.

She was still scared. Just like on the night of their first union in their previous life, although she was the one who was ecstatic about the dream coming true, she was still afraid of the dawn after the night. People tend to be terrified of the future they are about to choose before making a decision. "I—I'll say okay first," He Yuting swallowed slightly, "My possession is very strong. ”

"Mine is no worse than yours." Jiro replied, his body like a tight bowstring, full of strength ready to attack.

"You, after you become my person, person, you can't look at other women anymore!" He Yuting stammered. She paused slightly, and specially added: "Another, another Nine Heavens Xuan can't do it!" ”

Jiro Zhenjun pecked her lips and laughed lowly. When his ears and temples were grinding, he said hatefully: "You too!" After becoming my person, don't let Peony touch your finger again, or I'll unscrew his head and kick it as a ball! ”

He Yuting took a shuddering breath of cold air and thought: Count yourself ruthless! She made up her mind never to let Erlang Zhenjun know that when she was Assasin, she was kissed by Peony all over her body. She felt that Erlang Zhenjun was pulling her belt through the doorway, and hurriedly pushed Erlang Zhenjun and said, "I'll come by myself, I'll come by myself." Jiro Zhenjun retreated a little unhappily. But she didn't open the dead knot on her belt after touching it for a long time, and she pulled it tighter and tighter. Erlang Zhenjun's eyes were all showing, and he looked at her sultryly. He Yuting sneered: "There is also a one-click dress-up!" Now she can finally understand Jiro Zhenjun's eagerness to tear his clothes. Fortunately, she still has a trace of sanity, and remembers the existence of one-click dressing. However, she clicked three times in a row, and changed three sets of Wanhua school uniforms of various styles in front of Erlang Zhenjun's eyes, but there was no desired effect. "It's over!" She finally remembered that in order to avoid a possible awkward situation, all of her one-click dressing interfaces had a set of clothes stored.

"I'll do it anyway." Erlang Zhenjun muttered, "Next time, I have to propose that the system do a one-click undressing." ”

He Yuting was embarrassed.

"Sting-" The voice was clean.

He Yuting covered her face and lamented - three taels of clothes!