Qiao An's exhalation and snort all fell on Jing Yiran's ears as she spoke, like warm feathers, gently scraping a whole piece of nerve endings, the demon's ears were already sensitive, and the feeling was infinitely magnified, like the electricity rushing through the whole body.

It made him feel numb all over his body.

Before he could react, Joan pushed him back a few steps, he took a few steps back, and when he reacted to struggle, he saw the woman smiling at him.

The cold face suddenly gave birth to a bit of indescribable tenderness, like a girl looking back under the spring, instantly stunning the years.

His heart pounded.

Qiao An smiled and pressed Jing Yiran's chest and pushed it hard!

Jing Yiran only felt that something was tripped under his feet, which made him unstable.

"Boom." A bang.

Collapsed on the soft bed.

Joan leaned over.

Jing Yiran saw the woman's loose hair, and the thin white neck outlined a beautiful arc.

The hair scratched his bare skin, itching slightly, and the woman's breath drifted to the tip of his nose, making his throat tighten, and his pupils couldn't help but deepen.

Then I saw her straddle him, gently ruffle his clothes, and touch his chest.

The softness of the fingertips swept lightly across his chest, and an indescribable sensation was scratched like electricity.

He couldn't help but moan. Moaned.

Seeing him like this, the smile on the corner of Joan's lips deepened, and she leaned over to kiss him.

Jing Yiran looked at her face getting closer and closer, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Wait a minute.

This plot is not right!

Obviously, it should be him majesticly leading tens of millions of soldiers to attack the city! Instead of this woman occupying the mountain as the king, let him be the prince of the village!

This is a man's face problem.

You must not let a woman succeed like this!

Jing Yiran, who was dissatisfied with the one below, propped up his hand and forced his upper body to lift, but accidentally crashed into another beautiful scenery, his eyes were just at the woman's neck, extending down the woman's beautiful neck to the collarbone, and he could see the beautiful grooves, the thin shoulders were slender, as if they were broken when pinched, but the curvature of that place was amazing.

is obviously a woman who seriously does not conform to his aesthetics, but this moment makes him feel very beautiful.

made his breathing stagnant, and a little thicker.

Then, she pinched his chin and forced him to lift his head.

crashed into the woman's starry eyes, and slightly hooked red lips.

"Can't wait?"

The woman's soft voice sounded, and the breath in her teeth and lips took on a lingering taste.

“！！！”

"Who can't wait!" Jing Yiran lost the first stop, and with a black face and continued to struggle, he reached out and grabbed Qiao An's thin shoulder, ready to turn over and counterattack again, but was pressed on the bed again by the woman.

"yes, I can't wait." Qiao An chuckled, leaned over him, and said seriously, "Cat, I've endured it for a long time. ”

As he spoke, she kissed him on the lips.

And with a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind flew out and closed the door of the palace.

"Bang."

The sound of the door closing shut shut out, blocking out the light outside, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Jing Yiran's heart flickered, and he didn't wait for him to react.

The soft flaps of her lips touched, and she tossed and turned against his, her tongue gently priing open his teeth, and then her breath blended.

Jing Yiran's body stiffened for a moment, and he was defeated again.

Only the crumbling sense of counterattack forced him to try to turn over and attack the city again, but he felt a hand go down his chest, reaching his abdomen, rubbing hot sparks, and finally ...... It's in the lifeblood.

“！！！”