Shen Lichuan accentuated his tone on the word "eat", and anyone could hear the off-string sound.

Leng Mingyue covered her itchy ears, subconsciously shrank back, and looked at Shen Lichuan.

Although she knew that this guy had always coveted her, it was really ...... to say such a hint against this indifferent and holy face

It's so sexy.

The legs that had been bending their knees for a long time were numb, Leng Mingyue pulled the muscles slightly, and the feeling of pinprick was conveyed, and the body fell on the grass, and the long blue hair of the crow fluttered like a demon.

The man stepped forward, his dark jade-like eyes were stained with indescribable desire, half of his arm was propped up on top of her head, and the other hand reached down, and his voice was low and magnetic:

"Lying down like this, are you inviting me?"

His favorite woman lay in front of him, looking straight at him with eyes that hid his shyness, and he believed that no man in this world would remain unmoved.

He wanted her.

I want to rub her into the bone marrow and become one.

Only in this way can he drink to quench his thirst and comfort his selfish and wild possessiveness.

God knows that after he left Yuncheng, the midnight dream was full of her sitting on top of him and undressing him.

The little ancestor who wanted people's lives.

"I didn't, I just ......"

Feeling Wen Yuan's calloused hand moving on his waist, Leng Mingyue's body trembled slightly, a strange and unfamiliar feeling washed over his brain, his delicate and fair face became more and more red, and he forgot to explain what he was going to say next.

It's too close.

Wait, when she was annihilating Fan Cage, she wasn't like this......

"Just what, huh?"

The hand he placed on top of her head, his index finger picked up a strand of her hair, put it on the wing of his nose and sniffed it, lowered his eyes, and his cold and noble face was full of intoxication and depravity.

This scene made Leng Mingyue's heart softer and softer, and the hand that lit the fire on her waist had already come to the edge of her clothes, and she could penetrate it if she opened it.

Block?

Don't stop it?

It's all from the ancestors, and there's nothing you can't let go, right?

When she was still in the battle between heaven and man in her mind, the big hand on her waist suddenly left, and instead stretched out her fist that was slightly clenched because of nervousness, domineering and interlocking her ten fingers, mobilizing the power of Shengmen to gently heal her numb legs.

Leng Mingyue's head tilted, and a question mark with black and bold was drawn on her face.

This appearance made the handsome man look away, and he chuckled with his fist against his lips, and the curvature of the corners of his lips kept deepening.

How could she be so cute.

Did she think he didn't know she had a numb leg?

This laughter made Leng Mingyue react, her eyes narrowed, and she put one knee on the man's stomach, and the man stretched out his hand to block it, and the laughter became more hearty.

Leng Mingyue's face gathered dark clouds and went out from under him, but he was caught by him, and met his forbearant, extremely aggressive and dangerous eyes:

"Don't look at me like that next time, I can't be rational every time."

Before the time was ripe, he couldn't let go of his temperament and ask her so abruptly.

But the way she covered her ears and looked at him just now was really able to destroy the intellectual barrier he had worked so hard to build.

You must know that inside the fortress, there is a dark devil imprisoned.

Leng Mingyue just wanted to say something, her face turned red suddenly, and she felt something hot under her.

"It's hard to endure too." The man stroked her cheek, and his deep voice carried an unknown magic: "Do you feel it?" ”

At this moment, all holiness and compassion faded.

There was only one beast left to watch.