Chu Yao smiled, feeling that Su Zhimo's threat was not lethal at all.

On the contrary, the milk dog can't do it.

Raising his hand, he hooked Su Zhimo's neck, the sleeves faded to his arms, and his porcelain-white skin was revealed.

It is in stark contrast to the waterfall-like black hair.

Su Zhimo's eyes sank.

I saw the little woman in front of me greet him, her moist lips covered his, and she pecked lightly like a dragonfly.

It looks very well-behaved.

The well-behaved and pure little face was a little cunning, and his tone was soft and glutinous, but he said provocatively: "Is it? The concubine really doesn't know! ”

Su Zhimo looked at her silently, paused for a few moments, and then leaned to the side.

"Are you angry?" Chu Yao blinked and poked Su Zhimo's arm, but the man still ignored her.

After thinking about it, didn't she hit Su Zhimo's self-esteem?

Chu Yao pursed his lips, turned over, and lay in Su Zhimo's arms, like a small animal, his little white hand poked his face.

But Su Zhimo pursed his lips, turned his head, and didn't look at her.

"You're so angry. Su Zhimo, why are you so stingy? It's obviously a rumor from you. ”

Chu Yao said softly, a little aggrieved.

"Anyway, I'm angry."

Chu Yao's little hand pinched him fiercely around his waist, and he looked at Chu Yao and replied.

"That ......"

A touch of cunning flashed in Chu Yao's eyes, and he stepped forward, and a thin kiss fell on his lips, and his lips and teeth were against each other.

But in the face of Chu Yao's initiative to curry favor, Su Zhimo did not move a little, and let her do whatever she wanted, without half a response.

Chu Yao was a little annoyed and bit his lip fiercely.

"Hiss-" Su Zhimo gasped, his eyes darkened a little, "Sorry, what are you going to do in the middle of the day?" ”

With a somewhat instructive tone, "Am I a faint king?" Prostitution during the day is a faint gentleman's style. ”

"Oh?" Chu Yao raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Su Zhimo meaningfully, "That's ......"

Chu Yao's little hand climbed up Su Zhimo's chest, and slowly unbuttoned his clothes, layer after layer.

Until the strong chest was exposed in front of Chu Yao.

"But the concubine is a demon queen......"

His gaze fell on the scar on Su Zhimo's chest, sinking, and his cold little hand slid all the way down on the mark of the scar.

Su Zhimo narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bit of restraint and forbearance in his eyes.

Especially when Chu Yao saw the scar on his chest, the distressed eyes touched the softness of his heart.

The tight arm wrapped around Chu Yao's waist and raised his head.

Lips and teeth are intertwined.

Temperatures are rising.

Both of them had a pale pink on their faces.

Suddenly, Su Zhimo turned over, turned upside down, and pressed Chu Yao, who was lying on top of him, under him, his voice was hoarse, and he was gentle: "Forget it, I'm still going to be a faint king." ”

After saying that, he leaned over and kissed Chu Yao again.

The action is restrained and frantic.

I was afraid of hurting her, but I couldn't help but want to see her collapse expression.

However, when Su Zhimo was about to take off Chu Yao's clothes, Chu Yao pushed him away, "Su Zhimo, there are three thousand beauties in this harem, you really don't have any temptation?" ”

"Except for you." Without any hesitation to answer.

But the lips remained in the socket of her neck.

"There are so many women in the harem, you really haven't moved any of them?"

"It's just you."