The thick long hair fell wantonly, gradually spreading to the feet.

All the exhaustion seemed to disappear in an instant, and in her barely open eyes, only Chen Zhaoheng's eyes full of desire remained.

The intoxicating aroma wrapped around the two Rao's bodies, and the familiar feeling made her brain empty.

Like ushering in a long-lost joy, everything around us becomes ethereal.

……………………

"It turns out that the rumor is true," Chen Zhaoheng took a deep breath, and his jaw pressed intoxicated against An Yang's neck.

The first time a mermaid came much deeper than a human being, and it was loyalty carved into the bones. However, he remembered that this condition was not a certain outcome, and no human being had figured out under what specific conditions it could be achieved. That's why, the strategy that came to his mind was to use human methods to tame this mermaid.

The slender fingers stroked An Yang's sleeping face, and the soft sofa sank the two Rao bodies deeply.

An Yang's legs had uncontrollably transformed into the shape of a fishtail, and because of his weak body, these scales had lost their luster as they should have been, and the ash fluttered like a dark cloud gathering in the sky. But this face made him fascinated, and he couldn't put it down.

From that accident, his eyes were uncontrollably focused on An Yang's body.

He has seen a lot of beauties, and he has seen countless tender methods, but in the end, only this mermaid entered his eyes, arousing his long-lost impulse.

It was a field he had never touched before, and even if it was unfamiliar, it was enough to make people nostalgic.

"Your body is much more honest than your own."

In the muddy, his jaw was clenched by hot fingers. An Yang suddenly realized that her body had been put in a flat place, and the feeling of soreness all over her body was invisibly reminding her of what happened before

Chen Zhaoheng's voice was low magnetic and gentle, gently falling on her ears, like a dragonfly dotting across the water, rippling layers of panic in her calm heart lake.

She wanted to pretend she didn't know anything, and hated her body's reaction even more. Chen Zhaoheng is the enemy of their race, and she shouldn't have any feelings for this person beyond her senses...

But now, she had no way to refuse.

"Don't have anything to say? Like me? ”

Chen Zhaoheng noticed her inadvertently tense movements, and knew that An Yang had woken up, and the end of the note was smiling.

An Yang closed his eyes, and all the hesitations and struggles in his heart were deeply pressed in his heart.

The body leaned uncontrollably to Chen Zhaoheng's side, she tried to open her eyes, her thick eyelashes stained with tears, and the arc of the violent tremor was like a tired butterfly with its wings folded.

"We ...... Accident," the choked voice was mixed with palpitating pain, "impossible ......"

A vague sentence that drains all power.

The corners of Chen Zhaoheng's eyes moved, and the light in his eyes flowed faintly, "I may, I can." ”

Leaving all the worries in his heart behind, he kissed An Yang's eyelid again.

Love should be involuntarily close to oneself, unable to control others, unable to control oneself, bound by others, and imprisoned by oneself.

But even if it wasn't his love, it was the most important thing he wanted so far......

[System: Didn't he already plan to give you to Charried?] 】

[Anyang: Only when there is an enemy can there be emotional motivation, and a man like Chen Zhaoheng is not exempt from vulgarity. 】