Zong Zhengmo's eyes were blurred, and his hands couldn't help but caress his face under the ice double veil.

"It's just a pity for this face." Zong Zhengmo faintly said to himself, but he was not alone in the house, and the people around him could still hear it.

Bing Shuangshuang sneered in his heart, but Wufeng was about to cry to death at the corner of his mouth.

The prince still doesn't know how shocking Changgeyue's true face is.

It's just that now that the prince is like this, I'm afraid it's hard for him to speak, "Prince, it's not too early, or let's settle it earlier." ”

Zong Zheng Moyin chuckled, but then he was thinking about Chang Geyue's appearance when he was treating people, looking at Bing Shuangshuang's dress that looked like Chang Geyue, Zong Zheng Moyin only felt that his throat was tight, and his body was hot.

He casually pulled Bingshuangshuang with his hand, and with a dodge, he carried Bingshuangshuang into the inner room and threw it on the bed.

Bingshuang's face was still pale, but he knew that Zong Zheng Moyin just loved her to death.

Zong Zheng Mo Yin turned over and pressed up, but after a few strokes, the ice was no longer in sight, but only a veil was still covering his face.

Such a chic contrast really has a few different styles.

Zong Zheng Mo was instantly emotional, desired. Hope is imminent.

Both hands lightly touched Bingshuangshuang's body, and he was already wet, and Zong Zheng Mo was indescribably useful in his heart, "Yueyue can't wait to be loved by this king!" ”

Bingshuang's body tightened subconsciously, but in an instant, he took the initiative to meet the scorching heat somewhere in Zong Zheng Moyin.

Zong Zhengmo almost roared wildly, but he didn't directly give Bingshuang grace.

Rao is ice is both cold, but now at this juncture, she is also a little unbearable.

In desire. In this kind of thing, men and women are actually no different.

What's more, Bing Shuangshuang and Zong Zheng Moyin have always let go of things like this, but now that she is hanging by Zong Zheng Moyin like this, her heart is also crawling with ants.

"Lord ......"

Zong Zheng Moyin was numb for a while by Bing Shuangshuang's cold face and the wonderful conflict brought by his delicate voice, and then he gently licked Bing Shuangshuang's eyebrows, and then said. "Are you like this when you and Feng Yan were like this?"

Bingshuangshuang didn't know what it was like in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and he said, "He's not as good as you." ”

Zong Zheng Mo Yin instantly felt as if he had been stabbed with chicken blood, and the love like a storm surged away like ice.

And the ice shuangshuang rolled in the rough waves of the sea, and the two of them began the most primitive rhythm.

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Zong Zheng Moyin slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Bing Shuangshuang on the side, the veil had already gone when the two of them were high to the extreme.

Zong Zheng Moyin gently touched Bingshuang's cheeks, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What about medical skills!

That ugly face can't be cured in this life.

Will Feng Yan give her the position of concubine?!

Not necessarily!

The people of Mobei will not accept her, and she will not have to return to his hands when the time comes.

Such a woman will only be sober and charming, but no matter how charming she is, even the candles will be extinguished when she has a good night.

Otherwise, how can there be an appetite!

Zong Zheng Moyin sat up slowly, leaned on the head of the bed, swept Bing Shuangshuang on the side, and teased Bing Shuangshuang's body with one hand for a while.

It made Bingshuang can't help but moan a little more in his sleep.

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