Chapter 117: On the Eve of Entering the Palace (10)
When the dyeing painting reacted, the coat on his body had already left his body, and his body was cold, and the dyeing painting couldn't help but feel excited. In the next second, the fox fur coat on the table was already draped on the body, and I have to say that this coat is not only good-looking, but also warm.
Bai Qiyue carefully buttoned the button for her, and her narrow eyes slowly moved on the woman's jade-like little face, and her narrow eyes were stunned for a moment, thinking about thousands of ways for her to look like wearing this fox fur coat, but she didn't expect that she would be able to overcome the thousands of shyness in her imagination.
The woman's skin is as white as fat, and her small face is even more beautiful in a soft snow-white. A smile and a smile all give people a thrilling illusion of whether the person in front of them is the fragrance that flashes in the dream.
Seeing the man staring at him for a moment, his eyes burned, and a shy blush gradually appeared on the woman's beautiful little face. The red lips were half bitten, and the brilliant eyes were shining and tactful. Even if there are all kinds of amorous styles, how can they be the enchantment of a woman's red lips and half biting her delicate face.
"You, I've tried it now, ...... Hmm...... "Zhu's lips opened slightly, and the words came out, and in the next second, there was already a pair of soft warmth on his lips, and the unspoken words were swallowed up by the man.
The softness between the lips and teeth lingered each other's heartbeats, and the embracing at this moment seemed to foresee a desolate stay.
The light veil in the house is reflected, and a pair of people embracing and intertwining can be faintly seen, and the fallen leaves outside the window are still dancing gracefully, a season of green, as if just waiting for the desolation at this moment. This pair of companionship and desolation is already a beautiful scenery in the world.
Of course, when the painting walked out of the palace, until she boarded the carriage, her thoughts were still in a trance, and her little face was as hot as if it had been boiled in boiling water.
Tsing Yi on the side had already seen that her soul was unwilling, and couldn't help but quip: "Now that they are out of the palace, they have come back to their senses." ”
Hearing the sound of dyeing and painting, he came back to his senses, and met the narrow eyes of Tsing Yi, frowning slightly, raising his hand and waving away the pretty face that was only a finger away from him.
"Why are you so close, I don't have a deformed sadomasochistic fetish." Dye said with a disgusted face.
Tsing Yi immediately glared at him, and said with a gloomy face: "I'm sorry, who is deformed and sadomasochistic, my sister loves a man, a real man." ”
"Hehe, so I thought it wrong? You see you're a girl in your teens now, or I'll help you find one. Sure is tall and mighty, and graceful. Dye Hua smiled wickedly: "Of course, if you like it, you can also help find someone with a personality." ”
"Oh, you're starting to dislike me now, aren't you, then I'll tell you today, this girl will rely on you for the rest of her life, and she can't get rid of it. Ha ha. Tsing Yi said with a fierce face, it was quite a bit of a bully robbing the beautiful girl.
Dye Hua shrank his neck very cooperatively, and said with a frightened face: "What are you going to do, it is illegal to rob a woman from a good family." ”
"Haha,"
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The carriage gradually drove into the endless darkness, and a cheerful laughter was still faintly heard in the wind. The man standing on the high wall of the palace, dressed in close-fitting white clothes, made the man's body more slender, and his handsome face was hidden in the night, and he couldn't see his expression at the moment. Glancing deeply at the direction in which the carriage disappeared, the snow-white clothes drew an elegant arc in the wind, and the slender figure of the man disappeared into the wall in an instant.
When the carriage stopped steadily, the coachman's hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Fifth Miss, the Prime Minister's Mansion has arrived." ”