Luo Qingyin's head was in a blurred trance, her eyes looked at him in a daze, and she could feel the scorching temperature coming through his body, dispelling the slight coolness of the night.

Touching her forehead with her lips, Zi Yunchen's voice was low and domineering: "Little kitten, let's go back, okay?" ”

Luo Qingyin was a little drunk, probably stimulated by Tang Lu and Zhan Fengzi, and completely unloaded his usual majesty and coldness in front of Ziyunchen, and said coquettishly: "It's not good." ”

The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips hooked slightly, hugged her slender waist, and said in a low voice: "Then what?" Am I here with you? ”

Luo Qingyin rubbed in his arms, "But it's so cold here......"

"If you don't enter the Cloud Shadow Pavilion, then go to the Chaoxia Residence?" Zi Yunchen helplessly hugged her horizontally, and the wide skirt hung down from the crook of his arm, and there was a feeling like flowing water.

Luo Qingyin tugged at his shirt and whispered, "Don't go to Chaoxia Residence, it's not safe." ”

That's no problem.

Zi Yunchen was about to summon the mountain beast to take her back to Jin Lianfeng's Zixia Residence, when she suddenly thought of something and asked, "Little kitten, where is your boudoir?" ”

The Asaka Residence is majestic from top to bottom, and it is obviously only used as a façade for the Ming Gate.

The layout of Zixia Ju should be delicate and exquisite, luxurious and luxurious, and atmospheric, but it lacks her breath, so it can't be her boudoir.

He didn't like to live in a cold place, and he wanted to live with her.

Luo Qingyin didn't want to think about it at all, so she lay in his arms and said mischievously: "Guess? ”

Zi Yunchen suddenly bent down and coughed violently, her pale face coughed with an abnormal flush, but her hands hugged her tightly.

Luo Qingyin was startled and hurriedly asked, "How are you?" ”

Zi Yunchen's slightly cool hand held her wrist and said in a low voice, "Just get some sleep." ”

"Okay."

Luo Qingyin pursed her lips unhappily, and with a wave of her hand, the phoenix feather turned into a red feather boat, carrying the two of them to the sky in a leisurely manner.

The evening breeze was blowing, her wine was a little sober, and seeing him leaning on her shoulder, she couldn't help but gently stroke his back, "Are you okay?" ”

Zi Yunchen lay back on the crooked boat, and said with a smile: "If you fall asleep, you have to kiss to get up." ”

This guy actually deliberately lied to her?

Luo Qingyin angrily raised his fist and slammed it at him, but he grabbed his wrist violently and moved forward, and the red feather boat suddenly swayed violently.

Luo Qingyin hugged him nervously.

The boat is very small, two people can sit just right, and the remaining space can hold at most a nine-tailed snow fox.

As soon as he straightened his legs, he completely dominated the whole boat, and after the boat was completely stable, she was depressed to find that there was nothing to rely on, and if she moved slightly, she would fall!

I wouldn't have made the boat so small.

Zi Yunchen's deep gaze locked on her, and the fire of longing was burning, "How do you feel about sleeping on this?" Heaven for the tent, and the earth for the bed......"

Luo Qingyin glanced at him.

Although it is said that it is the dead of night at this time, the warrior does not have to sleep every day, and many dead houses in the Ten Thousand Poison Building are still studying the use of poison to make wine! When they inadvertently opened the window, they probably thought they were floating corpses.

Zi Yunchen was still confident: "I don't know where your room is, so I can only spend the night on this lonely boat...... But with you with me, even if it's a real thing, I'm willing to eat it. ”

Luo Qingyin had lost his temper with him: "Don't make trouble." ”

Not good. Zi Yunchen refused domineeringly, his voice revealing a sexy hoarseness, "I have been in the Dayan God Dynasty for so long and finally come back, you don't let me do this, you don't let me do that, so what's the point of me living?" ”

Mao Dun Literature