He bowed his head, getting closer and closer to her, her body stiffening.

However, his long, narrow eyes suddenly lifted slightly, and he looked over her cheek and towards somewhere behind her.

Far behind her, in a cornfield at the end of Lingquan Lake, there was a little black guy who was vigorously gnawing half of the corn while watching the play. Finding that Ember's gaze swept over, the little guy was agitated, and he scurried into the cornfield and disappeared.

Ember sneered, and the hand that was originally gently lifting Ye Ying's chin was pointing downward, grabbed her by the arm and led her into the cabin, closed the door, and pressed her against the wall.

The movements are done in one go, and they are extremely skillful.

"Hey......!" Ye Ying let out a small exclamation, and saw that he was pressing her with one hand, and holding the short knife he had been playing with with the other hand, the tip of the knife was lightly picked, and the thin blade directly picked open the placket of her clothes, revealing a large piece of white skin as white as snow inside.

"Ember!" she whispered again, her cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly covered it with her hands.

He restrained her hands with one hand, and with the other hand still slowly picked up her shirt, and smiled ambiguously: "Explanations have to look like explanations, I prefer to listen to your body explanations." ”

"You, you, don't ...... like this," her breath was unsteady, and her voice trembled slightly like crying, "Don't, don't use that knife......"

"Huh?" he snorted from his nose and laughed wickedly, "Ye Ying, since you are going to see other men, it is better for us to play something exciting, change the taste, and save you from always thinking that the men of the human race are stronger than us Starka." ”

"No, no!" Seeing him pick off a piece of her shirt with his thin blade, half of her body exposed to the air, her voice trembled even more, "You, don't ...... like this"

"What else?" he gently pressed the tip of his thin blade against the large snow-white skin in front of her heart, bringing up a faint bead of blood, "Have I always been too gentle with you, making you think that I am capable of this?"

"No, it's not...... Ye Ying really wanted to cry.

"What's that? He leaned over and exhaled in her ear, with an evil ambiguity.

“...... Beiming Ember has Ying Minglang's sword soul in the knife in his hand! Can you put down the knife first!" Seeing that he was becoming more and more presumptuous, she couldn't bear it anymore and roared out angrily.

The god stepping horse is a little exciting, the god stepping horse is gentle or not, she wanted to warn him from just now, whatever knife he uses to untie her clothes, don't use this!

How can you not die and take her short knife with Ying Minglang's soul attached?!

He doesn't have a knife himself?!

Although Ying Minglang's sword soul is unconscious at the moment, it's still very bad to do this kind of thing with this short knife?!

Beiming Ember you don't know how to converge a little?!

You just sharpened your claws with this knife?!

Have you considered Ying Minglang's feelings?!

Ye Ying was very angry, really, glaring at him angrily, and his beautiful eyes were full of anger.

Ember was also stunned.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?!" he instantly stuffed the short knife into his spatial ring, and the short knife attached to Ying Minglang's soul was attached!

He used it to untie his daughter-in-law's clothes!

Not to mention whether Ying Minglang's bastard saw anything, just talk about himself, he really wants to break that short knife into ten thousand pieces and then break himself into ten thousand pieces!