Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Woman's Mouth Is a Deceitful Ghost

Mu Yu threw herself into his arms softly, and her delicate little face rippled with the sweetest arc.

There is no past sworn resistance, and there is no once hit the wall with a disagreement.

The soft little face rubbed directly in his arms, as if to imply that he could rub himself round and flatten at will.

"Ayan, I like you to do anything." She stood on her tiptoes and whispered sweetly to his ear.

But just when Lu Yunyan was about to pick her up and go to bed, the silk nightdress straps on her body slipped off.

Under the tattoo of the other side under the collarbone, there is a name: Xiao Yao.

A pair of wolf eyes were filled with monstrous anger, and he leaned over her against the wall, "In my opinion, you like to please me, and then let me go, right?" ”

"I said how did you change, you are seductive and sultry, and even learned to take the initiative to show favor."

"But in your heart, there is always only Xiao Yao, right?"

"What? In order to elope with him, would you rather disguise yourself and endure your disgust and resistance to me to deliberately please me, right? ”

Running violently, he choked Mu Yu's jaw, as if he was going to suffocate her to death in minutes.

In her heart, after all, there is only her brother Xiao!

The bottom of her deep eyes was full of coldness, and the cold palm brushed directly from her lips, "A woman's mouth is really a deceitful ghost......"

Feeling his cold and corrosive fingertips rubbing against his lips, the extreme disgust at the bottom of his eyes made Mu Yu panic.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, lightly hooked the shoulder straps, and hugged his neck, "Ah Yan, the body is the most honest, do you want to try?" ”

The sweet and glutinous voice was like honey, melting his heart.

Just with a face that has fallen into the city and ruined the country, it is enough to dissipate all the anger in his heart.

After all, for her in the past, even if it was hard steel, it could be turned into soft fingers.

Lu Yunyan's wolf eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze as sharp as an ice knife scraped over her tattoo, "Then try it?" ”

Slightly cool and bone-eroding fingertips slid over the tattoo and landed on her silky, firm porcelain white skin.

His hands suddenly tightened, and his eyes darkened slightly, "It's really an eyesore!" ”

Raising his hand, the slightly cool fingertips were like sharp knife tips, caressing the other side of the pattern.

Especially when the fingertips fell on the words under the tattoo on the other side, I suddenly felt cold.

"Ah Yan, I was born to sleep with you, and when I die, I will be buried with you in the same coffin."

A pair of beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and a pair of jade arms hooked his waist.

Let the cold and bone-eating fingertips compare with his body, there is no trace of fear in his eyes.

Lu Yunyan's voice was suddenly cold, as if the hand of a sharp wolf claw was tight, "Then one step in place......"

Staring at that delicate and charming little face, Lu Yunyan's wolf eyes narrowed.

The fingertips were hooked and fell suddenly......

"Whew-" suddenly let out a sharp wolf howl.

The sword wolf who came from outside rushed forward like a sharp sword.

The sharp wolf claws slapped the cold palm away, and the wet wolf hair flicked off, and the water droplets splashed.

And the petite figure that was originally pressed against the wall by Lu Yunyan subconsciously flashed sensitively.

After seeing the black shadow of the sword wolf, her beautiful eyes contained a hint of doubt, "Little cub? ”

"Sword wolf! You're a ...... I'm tired of it! A pair of blood-colored wolf eyes were full of bones, and they turned like sharp wolf claws.

Very good! Her enchanting charm really made countless heroes and wolves bend their waists.

"Yu'er, do you want braised wolf cubs, or ...... What about the wolf cubs that are stewed after cramping and skinning? Lu Yunyan's voice was suddenly cold, and he held the girl's bewitching face with his big palm.