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The voice of thanks in her ears became softer and weaker, and Yuan Changhuan was suffocated, her eyes lowered slightly, and her long eyelashes drooped low, leaving a little shadow under her eyes, far away.

The slender fingers like shallots pinched the placket of thanks, and the placket of the originally neat and snow-white bedrobe was already full of creases in the process of Yuan Changhuan's hands constantly grasping, loosening, and grasping.

Faintly, there is also the meaning of collapse.

A part of the fair, delicate and firm chest is exposed.

Xie Ci's skin was originally cold and white, especially in this chest where he had never seen the light of day, which was naturally even more transparent and porcelain-white.

In the light of the night pearl, the white is dazzling.

Yuan Changhuan looked at his porcelain white skin, and felt that it was too dazzling, and he seemed to be extremely indifferent, his heart was like his body, which made Yuan Changhuan look unpleasant.

Take a hard bite of it.

Xie Ci didn't stop her, and she didn't even move, as if Yuan Changhuan was biting not his flesh.

The sharp teeth pierced his skin, and the bloody qi instantly overflowed the entire mouth, Yuan Changhuan was like a small beast, biting the flesh, and when she raised her head, her already red lips were covered with blood at this time, and they were even more red.

Beads of blood even followed the lip line, covering half of the red lips.

It's like the ambiguity and compassion after a passionate kiss.

"Don't you have a sense of touch?" Yuan Changhuan frowned, feeling that she was like a crazy woman, psychologically depressed, what did she do with her resignation.

Xie Ci looked down at the small tooth marks in the circle, couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand to peel off Yuan Changhuan's placket.

Yuan Changhuan thought that the thank you was going to bite back.

Her body stiffened, but she knew that Xie Ci was just fingers on her neck, her collarbone was rubbing thinly, and the low laughter spread throughout the curtain.

Fortunately, there is no one in this fantasy realm, otherwise if someone thinks of the laughter of the dignified emperor, I am afraid that I will be so frightened that I will be scared to death directly.

Not to mention others, even Yuan Changhuan was made his scalp tingle by the sudden appearance of Xie Ci, "Xie Ci, what are you laughing at?" ”

And it's so abnormal to laugh!

The white mark, which was so shallow that it only left the size of a fingernail, was finally found.

Yuan Changhuan also has white skin, and there are pale pink traces around him.

Feeling Xie Ci's hot fingertips sticking to his own texture, Yuan Changhuan also thought of that place, what Xie Ci touched something, squinted his eyes, lowered his eyes, "You ......"

"Yuanyuan, look, you also have the mark given to you by your husband, and you have the mark you gave to your husband, and no one can leave anyone in the future." The tone of the thank you was tinged with a hint of ghostliness.

Yuan Changhuan first felt a chill on his spine, and then saw the affection in the depths of Xie Ci's eyes, and his heart gradually calmed down, no matter what Xie Ci was, it would not hurt her.

Thinking of this, Yuan Changhuan lay in his arms, licked his wounds lightly with the tip of his tongue, and deftly rolled all the blood stains between his lips and teeth, and the bloody qi surged up again.

Yuan Changhuan didn't feel disgusted, but felt the pleasure in his heart.

That's right, for what Xie Ci said, Yuan Changhuan was very happy.

The deeper the imprint on each other, the deeper it is as if carved into the heart.

Even if you know it's a delusion, it's fine.

Yuan Changhuan hugged Xie Ci, but found that Xie Ci was holding herself harder and harder, as if he wanted to rub her into the bone marrow, "Round, round." ”

Constantly calling her name.

There is no longer the calmness of the past.

On the contrary, every sentence is full of bitter affection.

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