Chapter 872: Cold Tyrant

The moon by the window slowly rose overhead, Xie Ziyu let go of the person, and whispered in Su Xun's ear, "Three poles on the moon, I want to sleep with Wanwan, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

Su Xun glared at him in shame, and then pushed Xie Ziyu to the door, "Brother, go back quickly, Ming'er Wanwan will look for you again." ”

Xie Ziyu turned around and kissed Su Xun on the cheek, "Conscienceless girl, my brother will pick you up tomorrow morning." ”

Su Xun was stunned, "Where are you going?" ”

"Princess's Mansion."

Xie Ziyu sold a pass, and without waiting for Su Xun to speak, he turned around and left Yimei Courtyard.

Su Xun looked at the young man's unrestrained back, his slender fingers gently stroked his lips, and his eyes were full of gentle smiles.

Early in the morning of the second day, a graceful and luxurious carriage with a black body passed through the cold and silent streets and slowly drove towards the princess's mansion.

As soon as Su Xun got on the car, he was encircled by Xie Ziyu into his arms, Xie Ziyu ate the marrow and knew the taste, his lips and teeth were close to each other, sucking the sweetness of the woman, and there were only two people in the carriage who were slightly coarse and gasped.

Xie Ziyu pressed Su Xun on the soft couch, the pure white and flawless mink fleece lined the woman's cheeks crimson, and the deer-like black eyes were flustered.

Xie Ziyu's dark eyes darkened, and he leaned over and swallowed the woman's plea for mercy in his mouth, he was like a scorching flame, wrapping the woman tightly from all sides, dragging her to sink together.

I don't know how long it took for Xie Ziyu to let go of her lips, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her low voice was full of hoarseness, "Girl, did you dream of your brother yesterday?" ”

Su Xun bit his lip, "Brother, let go of Wanwan." ”

The corners of Xie Ziyu's lips hooked, and his bony fingers gestured to untie her belt, "Don't you want to?" ”

Su Xun's eyes were full of panic, her two arms were tied to the top of Xie Ziyu's head, and she couldn't break free at all, she glared at Xie Ziyu with an accusatory face, "I dreamed." ”

Xie Ziyu smiled even deeper, "But spring dreams? ”

Su Xun closed his eyes, and was ashamed to death for a while, "... Be. ”

Xie Ziyu leaned close to her ear and said softly, "Who was the one who had a hard mouth and refused to admit that he liked his brother?" ”

Su Xun was finally annoyed, turned his head and bit Xie Ziyu's lip, and the tiger teeth grinded hard.

Xie Ziyu, the eldest young master raised in the golden nest, is much more expensive than Su Xunjiao, his lip flap was bitten like this, and the swollen old Gao still broke his skin, and he was very relieved to look at it.

Xie Ziyu was stunned for a long time, and was a little happy because of Su Xun's actions, "Girl, did you admit it?" ”

Su Xun's eyelids drooped slightly, hiding the loss in his eyes, "What can you do if you admit it?" You are Wanwan's brother, and your future wife will only be a gentle and demure aristocratic daughter, why should your brother be obsessed with Wanwan? ”

Xie Ziyu stopped bullying her, straightened up and hugged her on his lap, "Wanwan doesn't have to worry about this, you just have to rest assured and boldly like your brother, and leave the rest to your brother to solve?" ”

Su Xun stared at him for a long time, and said in a muffled voice, "How can my brother solve it?" ”

Xie Ziyu smiled, "Keep it secret for the time being." ”

The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the princess's mansion, Xie Ziyu jumped out of the carriage first, and stretched out his hand towards Su Xun, "Girl, it's time to get off." ”

Su Xun bent his eyebrows, "On weekdays, Wanwan lifts the sedan curtain for her brother, but now that she has dropped it, she is really not used to it." Then he put his hand on Xie Ziyu's palm.

Xie Ziyu clenched her hand, put the other hand around her waist, and waited for her to land steadily before saying, "It's like the master treats you badly, a girl with no conscience." ”