Shen Lichuan just pounced on Leng Mingyue.

The silver chain, which is neither long nor short, is entangled into a mess, and it is impossible to sort it out.

But the initiator hadn't woken up yet, not only did she not wake up, but she also put her legs on the man's body and rubbed it on the man's chest.

It's as if the man is a pillow.

The warm and moist and sweet smell is conveyed to the man's skin through the man's thin obscene clothes.

The shiver was violent.

The man stiffened, grabbed Leng Mingyue's trouser legs, and lifted her little feet down.

As soon as he put it down, Leng Mingyue put his legs up again, very domineering.

No shame!

The anger deepened in the man's eyes, and he looked down at the woman in his arms.

Through the light silver moonlight, he found that the woman in his arms was very well-behaved after falling asleep.

After a closer look, he noticed that this woman's skin was very delicate, white and red, and there were marks on her face that were pressed out because of her poor sleeping position.

It looks cute and funny.

Her eyelashes were long, making the man suddenly think of the sparkle in her eyes when she was awake.

Most of the time, the light in her eyes is gentle and soft.

Until he found out how fierce her eyes were when she mentioned Zhao Xiuyuan.

She even ...... A very small one......

It can be embedded directly in his arms, like an object made for him.

Call.

The wind poured in through the open door, perhaps because the night was getting deeper, and the wind was merciful, bringing a hint of coolness.

It's like a pedestrian in the desert who suddenly finds a source of water.

The long-dormant tiredness hit, and the man gradually closed his eyes, and this time, he was haunted by the fragrance.

for the prey is in his bosom.

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This night, Leng Mingyue didn't sleep very comfortably.

Probably thinking about the events of the previous life after a long time, after she fell asleep, she dreamed back to the temple of the goddess ten thousand years ago.

Because of her lazy nature, there were no maids and retinues in the temple of the goddess, and there was only a huge soft bed in the dormitory.

She likes to roll back and forth on it, doing whatever she wants, without fear of falling.

Even on the Blue Planet, her bed is definitely the largest piece of furniture in the villa.

But this time, no matter how much she rolled, she didn't feel comfortable.

It's even a little panicked.

Later, she hugged the pillow, felt a little better, and barely fell asleep.

When it was time to wake up, she slowly opened her eyes, and what greeted her was a white obscene dress.

The profane clothes were slightly messy, and the chest inside was looming.

Leng Mingyue was startled, and just wanted to look up to find out the situation, but the pain from her scalp made her gasp and let out a low sigh.

Hearing this movement, Shen Lichuan also woke up.

"You ......"

The woman's voice was soft and delicate, with a grievance that she didn't even notice: "You pressed my hair." ”

Shen Lichuan turned his head to look at the hair under his shoulders, and then looked at the little face that looked up at him in his arms, and the drowsiness all subsided.

The palm-sized face in his arms is slightly ruddy, like a cherry in May, not yet ripe, but it can arouse the desire of passers-by to pick.

Her almond eyes twinkled, hazy, similar to those of a fawn he had met in the woods.

The fawn was innocent, ignorant of the vast earth, harmless and docile.

He was moved by compassion and got up slightly, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

But as soon as the harmless and docile "fawn" pulled out his hair, he transformed into a lion that dominated the wilderness.

She grabbed the silver chain on his chest and pulled it, and between the lines there was overwhelming anger in getting up, and said viciously:

"Who, quasi, you, press, old, mother, head, hair, of!"

……。

Shen Lichuan: "? ”