He lifted Chi Yao, who was buried in his chest, with trembling hands, and looked at the tears she had saved like a masochist.

His cold lips kissed the tear stain, and his hoarse and deep voice kept saying, "I'm sorry..."

Chi Yao raised her hand to kiss his lips, pressed him against her body, and calmed his emotions with her actions.

After the kiss, Su Ziqing lay under her, gritted her teeth and turned over, looking at the black hair behind Chi Yao scattered on the bed, messy and seducing the heartbeat of the person in front of her.

Su Ziqing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and immediately got up and stopped looking at Chi Yao, preparing to walk towards the door.

Chi Yao's sweet and soft voice was a little hoarse, "Su Ziqing! I want you..."

Hearing Chi Yao's words, Su Ziqing froze in place, his brain was blank and he didn't turn around for a long time.

Until his back was tightly embraced, and where his soft little hands rubbed his belt, he moved up and down in an orderly manner, causing a warmth everywhere he went, making it difficult for him to be painful and indulge in it.

He patiently turned to look at her, his low voice as if he was enduring something, "Have you thought about it?" Your Highness the Princess! ”

The aggravated sentence "Her Royal Highness the Princess" at the end seemed to tell Chi Yao the identity between the two of them, and it seemed to give her and herself one last chance.

Chi Yao looked straight at Su Ziqing and didn't answer his words, after half a ring, Su Ziqing hooked a faint smile and was about to leave, Chi Yao put his hand on his neck, made him bend down slightly, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

The string of reason suddenly collapsed the moment she kissed it.

He kissed the fragrance back with a hint of force, and the hand that held her waist tightly clasped it, making her neck show a beautiful arc, and the waist that could be held made him indulge in it.

The ambiguity in the air made the temperature begin to heat up, and the slender fingers picked the buttons of the clothes, and the slow and logical movements made it even more obvious that the people in front of him were nostalgic.

When Chi Yao woke up again, she had been placed on the bed by Su Ziqing, and her slightly cool shoulders made her thoughts come back to her senses slightly.

The next second, a dense kiss fell on her body, and Qingming's eyes became blurry again, and people couldn't help but bully her fiercely.

[The male protagonist's blackening value is 35.] 】

The curtain falls, and the moonlight rises.

Once again, the moon sets, the sun rises, and the night has passed.

The dawn of the sky and the shadow of the clouds, in that skyline blurred, the slightly white sky, scattered clouds at random rendered this picture, inexplicably adding a bit of lazy laziness.

Su Ziqing looked at the well-behaved sleeping girl in her arms, the corners of her mouth hung a trace of comfort, and her eyes were full of satisfaction.

The knobby fingertips played carelessly with her hair, sniffing from time to time.

The coldness of the eyebrows and eyes is smudged by tenderness, and a little emotion is revealed from the corners of the eyes, and the Buddha who is on the altar is finally pulled down by the lust of this earthly thing.

Chi Yao opened her hazy eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly fluttering its wings and rising slightly.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the smile in Su Ziqing's eyes, and a flush slowly spread to her cheeks and the tips of her ears, as if she had been painted with rouge gouache, and she looked very delicate.

When Su Ziqing subconsciously wanted to touch the red lips, he was blocked by her hand, leaving only those wet eyes looking at her with tears, which made him can't help but tighten his throat.