Di Mingjue laughed even more wantonly, he nodded, "Well, I've kissed and hugged me, it's okay to be shy, no matter what you are, I like it." ”

This guy is undoubtedly not hinting at his "honesty", isn't he just "honest" at this moment? The two of them were separated by a thin quilt, the heat was as hot as fire, and Ye Qiantong's face was slightly red, and he had to admire his cheekiness.

I didn't expect that he was so ruthless and uninhibited in the outside world, but he was shameless and unrestrained again and again in front of her, and he was a cynical stream. Hooligans the same.

"No shame, no skin, no face, no shame." Ye Qiantong snorted coldly.

Emperor Ming definitely saw her expression in his eyes, and an evil smile flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and he smiled evilly: "In front of the little princess of this king, what is the cheekiness?" Besides, if you like it, you have to say it. ”

His gaze fell on her seductive and shiny lips, and his eyes flashed, revealing a taste of sinking: "Even if you don't say it, you have to prove it with action." ”

Ye Qiantong just wanted to go back, but he didn't want to, the man's lips pressed down again, like an eagle swooping down, straight to the prey.

Affectionate kisses fell like rain.

Between his snorts, his thin lips were entangled, and his breath seemed to invade the depths of his soul, so strong that he could not be beaten, and with a gentle pampering of the bones, like a feather sultry, gently touching the bottom of her heart, breaking into her atrium, making people tremble.

Ye Qiantong only felt that his whole head was dizzy, and sometimes it was so soft that it was a mess, like a pool of softness. The water, sometimes frightened and undulating, was carried by him like a leaf of duckweed in a storm, tossed high, and fell heavily, and his heart kept jumping like weightlessness.

I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

I don't know when, Di Mingjue's white and slender palm held her small hand in the palm of her hand.

Gentle and indulgent, affectionate, affectionate, forgetful and intoxicating.

For a long time, the lips are slightly divided.

Di Ming's tall body flipped down, making her fall down. Above, strong, slender arms hugged her tightly.

The two breathe in the heart-warming fresh air.

Di Ming's generous and warm palm rubbed her soft ink hair, and gently kissed the black hair on the top of her head, and the smooth chin with a perfect curve like a knife rested on her head, and those beautiful and deep handsome eyes flashed a trace of pity, holding her closer in his arms.

He said softly: "Silly girl, whoever has torn your armor to shreds, it's all in the past, as long as I am here, you don't need to be covered with thorns, you don't need a mask to cover up, everything is with me,"

"You can be angry, you can cry, you can laugh wantonly, you can be vulnerable in front of me, or you can be naïve as a child, willful as a female eagle, you can."

"Because, you have me, and for the rest of your life, you will have me."

The man's burning breath flowed slowly between his ears, and in his low and soft voice, there was a bone-deep tenderness and pity, tenderness like water, like a trace of gurgling water, moistening the dry desert-like heart, incomparably gentle and delicate, cherishing and pampering.

Ye Qian's slender and thick eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at the arm he took herself into his arms, and listened to the steady and powerful heartbeat in her ears, her eyes gradually became trance, and her eyes flowed, as if there was a bright water light passing by.

There is no sound at this time.

But it gives people the illusion that the years are quiet.

The heart of the night thousand pupils is at peace that has never been there.

After a while, she snorted twice: "I'm so heavy, and you're not afraid of being crushed to death." ”

Di Mingjue held her motionless, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, hearing the words, his eyes were still closed, but he laughed, and a low and shallow voice came from his chest: "Hitomi is dead, and it is also romantic to be a ghost." ”