Eleven felt the other party's body tighten, straightened slightly, looked at the face of the man in front of him, and could feel the disorder of the other party's breath, the two were extremely close, and they were not touched, and the breath was entangled.

She looked at the scar on his face, her heart was full of distress, her fingertips couldn't help but caress gently, licking the corners of her mouth slightly, and she saw that Ye Junchen's eyes darkened a little.

"Ah Ye ......"

The sound of a milk cat made Ye Junchen's heart tremble, and her big hand involuntarily wrapped around her slender waist, and kissed her half-open and half-closed small mouth like a bewitchment.

The fiery masculine aura soon enveloped all of Eleven's senses, greedily feeling his enthusiasm, and the touch made her tremble.

His hands were wrapped around his neck like snakes, and he had been searching for hundreds of years, and now he was by his side, very close, very close.

A sense of happiness and satisfaction that I have never felt before.

He belonged to her at last.

"Hmm."

Inadvertently, with a hint of shame, the moaning sound was like a feather brushing Jun Chen's heart overnight, and at the same time he woke up.

Looking at the little woman lying weakly in his arms, the blush of her cheeks spread all the way to her neck, a light pink appeared on her delicate snow-white skin, and thin beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose, shining with a crystal clear luster in the sun.

Her dress was a little disheveled, revealing delicate collarbones and rounded shoulders, and he didn't dare to keep his eyes down, afraid that the lust in his heart would be ignited.

Ye Junchen gently arranged her clothes and quietly hugged the little woman in her arms.

"Ah Ye?" Eleven blinked her beautiful eyes and looked puzzled, "What's wrong?" ”

"You're still sick." The voice is dull.

"I'm not that delicate, really." Eleven narrowed the corners of his eyes, and his two small hands hugged Ye Junchen's waist.

Ye Junchen's eyes were filled with tears and laughter, and he quickly grabbed the little hand that wanted to untie his belt.

"Nian Nian, don't make trouble."

Eleven raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, his stubborn eyes gradually revealing grievances and reddening.

"Ah Ye, you don't have to make excuses, in fact, you didn't even think about touching me, did you?"

Ye Junchen saw the tears welling up in her eyes, and she was so distressed that she didn't know what to say.

How could he not want to, thinking about it hurt all over his body, almost despairing.

But he knew very well that his body looked healthy, but in fact his body was like a worm-eaten tree, and he would die at some point, and he didn't want his mind to become a widow.

After her, he had already arranged it.

"Nian Nian ......"

Reaching out to caress the tears on her cheek, the little woman jumped from his arms to the ground before her hand could touch the other.

A pair of white little feet ran back to the bed, nestled into the quilt, like an insecure cat, shrunk into a ball, as if abandoned by the whole world.

Nian Nian yarn, I said that her name is Eleven!

Damn, I didn't listen to Dabai's bad idea if I knew it earlier, what corpse or what soul to borrow! It's all,,!

Even so, she didn't want Ye Junchen to know that she was no longer her.

It was her last chance and she didn't want to miss it.

It's just that.

Ahmad in this life made her a little crazy.

What's wrong with her wanting to eat meat?

It's been hundreds of years, is it so difficult to let her eat it once?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Eleven got out of the bed, ignored Ye Junchen's stunned expression, jumped out of bed and rushed out of the yard, and threw himself into the soft fur of the white tiger.

Bai Gu saw Eleven's eyes red, and his sharp eyes looked at Ye Junchen who came out of the house, roared in a low voice, and ran out of the courtyard with Eleven in his arms.