Su Ruotang subconsciously exclaimed, and his little hand tightly grasped Mo Yingyan's clothes.

Her voice, which had always been soft and sweet, changed slightly, "Temple..... Your Highness? ”

The loose coat hanging on the slender shoulders could no longer be hung up, and it was spread out in a leisurely manner.

Like a white Xifu begonia, blooming under her.

A snow-white and beautiful girl, her hands were held above her head by a beautiful man, and she fell between the bright red dragon and phoenix futons, with long ink-colored hair and white praise clothes underneath.

The ultimate red, the ultimate black and white, form a beautiful and soul-appealing picture.

The style is bright and vibrant.

The next moment.

There was a faint cool feeling from the collarbone.

Su Ruotang's tiny teeth bit her red lips and looked tremblingly.

When she saw what was on her collarbone, her peach eyes widened.

Under the light of the night pearl in the dusk, a lifelike jade carving fox was wrapped with a bright red belt.

The man's bony fingers, hooked with the belt, wrapped around her wrist.

Finally, it hung down, and at her delicate cheeks, there was a slight itch between the slight swaying.

Su Ruotang felt the danger, this feeling of being uncontrollable and being slaughtered by others was really terrifying.

"Ink ...... Mo Yingyan...... You let me go...... We have something to discuss......"

"Shh The man's fair and clear index finger gently pressed against her lips.

The clear voice left a sentence in her ear, "The third princess, businessmen don't do loss-making business. ”

Su Ruotang's fair eyes are glamorous and moving.

The smart eyes, covered with a layer of mist, looked pitiful.

Bullshit doesn't do loss-making business!

He's a blood-sucking capitalist!

Mo Yingyan's movements were neither light nor heavy, and her slightly cool fingers slowly moved from her lip flap to her collarbone.

Slowly, he finished admiring the beautiful picture scroll that slowly unfolded under him.

His cool gaze gradually wrapped in a dangerous color.

With a slight hook of the clear fingers, the little jade fox sitting on the girl's collarbone rolled down her fair and smooth skin.

In the end, it falls into that ineffable position.

A cold touch suddenly came from underneath him.

Su Ruotang's eyes were full of rationality, and his body suddenly froze.

Her eyes twitched, and she raised her weak little hand in disbelief and put it on the man's wrist, "Don't ......"

Mo Yingyan had long fingers, hooked the red belt on the little fox's body, and rubbed it carelessly.

His mellow timbre is dyed with a seductive dullness, "thin ice and skin, snow greasy and crispy." ”

The chill weakened, and Su Ruotang gasped lightly.

Having had an experience, she could naturally hear the glamorous meaning of this poem.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, and the crystal tears were like scattered broken diamonds, fluttering with the long eyelashes, with a broken beauty.

Those peach blossom eyes were full of mist and confusion.

Splashed long hair scattered underneath him.

Her chest was constantly rising and falling, lying completely flat, looking like she was waiting for the king to ravage.

Obviously, his body was tense, but he still didn't forget to talk about the conditions, "Come on, count me on thanking you for protecting everyone in Tan Mansion unharmed." ”

Mo Yingyan looked at her as if she was at home, and her slender fingers pinched the little fox and played with it.

He looked at her trembling eyelashes, and the sparkle at the end of her eyes, his eyes darkened, and his fingertips hooked the little fox to play.

The tone is customary and unhurried: "Third princess, I'm just asking for compensation, you don't have to be so ......"

"Death is like home."

In the last four words, he was particularly clear.

Su Ruotang eased up, subconsciously closed his legs, and stared at him sadly - the jade carving in his hand.

Her little fox, dirty.

It's all this dog man, and she won't be able to look directly at the little fox in the future.

Without waiting for her to speak, Mo Yingyan reached out and scooped her into his arms.

The cold jade-like knuckles hooked the golden bell that was taken out of nowhere.

He slowly and methodically tied the golden bell around her wrist and untied the red belt.

Outside, it started to rain at some point.

The trickling raindrops hit the eaves, making a slow and rapid ticking sound.

In the room, a snow-white girl sits on the man's well-structured waist and abdomen.

The black hair was scattered on the back, and the slender swan neck was tilted back, and as the body swayed, the ends of the hair swept over the man's cold white skin.

Her slender wrist pressed tightly against the man's shoulder.

The golden bell on the wrist made a very slow crisp ringing at first.

Gradually, with the sound of rain getting louder and louder, the sound of the golden bell became more and more urgent, mixed with the crying of the beauty.

Faintly, a faint hoarse tone could be heard from the crying voice of the beauty.

"Woo, you can't break your word, everyone in Hutan Mansion is fine~"

"Two more tears."

"Wow, you promised my ......"

"Cry again, I'm satisfied, and I'll answer you."

"Mo Yingyan!"

"Good boy, this compensation...... I'm satisfied. ”

......

Before his consciousness fell into darkness, Su Ruotang seemed to hear him agree.

Relieved, she let herself fall into darkness between the waves and the waves.

Following.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Third Princess, Miss Gu is here."

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and the bed on his side was already cold.

The bare hand accidentally rubbed against the cool futon on his side, and the onion white fingertips shrank suddenly.

If it weren't for the faint scent of cedar in the air and the aches on her body, she would have suspected that what happened last night was a dream.

Warm sunlight poured into the room through the veiled windows.

Su Ruotang rubbed his eyebrows, his slender fingers lazily hooked up the clean praise clothes placed at the end of the bed, and put them on his body at will to get out of bed.

It's a pity that her creamy skin is too smooth and tender, and the same silky praise clothes slide down her shoulders.

Su Ruotang's onion white fingertips subconsciously hooked the belt of his clothes.

In the next moment, I saw a little fox on the carpet.

In my mind, the picture of Mo Yingyan's slender jade-like fingers squeezing the little fox and gliding over her skin suddenly came to mind.

Her fingertips snapped loose, allowing her robe to slide down to the crook of her arm.

Pursing his red lips, he stepped on the little fox with white jade feet and walked towards the bath.

"Serve Miss Gu well, I'll be here in a while."