Zi Chen's eyes looked at her too bluntly and explicitly, Sang Yu had never seen him like this, and he was a little frightened by the danger in his eyes for a while.

"What are you crazy about?"

She pushed him away, her fingertips trembling to get dressed.

But the original breeze and moon, like the flower of Kaolin, ruthless and desireless, and the undesecrated Zichen Shenjun leaned over and kissed it again.

This time, she could clearly sense that something was wrong with him.

She pushed him, her voice a little hoarse: "Zichen, what's wrong with you today?" ”

Zi Chen rubbed her face, his eyes were deep and incomprehensible, and he said, "Sang Yu, I love you, I love you very much, what about you?" ”

Sang Yu's heart beat suddenly.

She admitted that she had a crush on Zi Chen, after all, he was the best-looking man she had ever seen.

But he was always cold, and he put a stinky face at her, and no matter how much she liked it, it gradually wore off.

But now, when she was about to give up on him, he suddenly appeared, not only did not blame her, but also kissed her.

Now, do you still say that you love her very much?

Is she crazy, or is he crazy?

"I don't love it." She said.

The light in Zi Chen's eyes dimmed significantly.

Could it be that he would still miss her if he did it all over again?

Noticing that his face was not very good-looking, Sang Yu couldn't help but say again: "But I like it a little bit." ”

Well, she admits that more than a little, after he said trust her and kiss her, it seems to be a little more.

But just a little bit was enough to make Zi Chen ecstatic.

He grabbed her shoulder, "Sang Yu, will you marry me?" ”

Sang Yu looked at him in shock.

She just beat his kindred to a serious injury, and he was in a hurry to propose to her?

She touched his forehead: "No fever." ”

Zi Chen stared at her directly: "I'm serious." ”

"Then prove ...... you?"

Before Sang Yu finished speaking, his voice was choked.

The other party's breath was overwhelming, and the unfamiliar feeling made her fair face instantly red.

The five-hundred-year-old Sang Yu was very bold, and when she first saw Zi Chen, she was amazed by his cold face.

She sat on the peach blossom tree and whistled to him.

"Hey, can I touch you?"

Zi Chen gave her a sword with a backhand at that time.

He had never seen someone as shameless as her.

But now, looking at the girl who was pressed under him, flushed and blushing, and didn't dare to look directly at him, he knew that she had no heart.

He held her hand and pressed it to himself, and the corners of his mouth smiled: "Don't you want to touch it?" ”

Sang Yu snorted him, his ears red and dripping blood: "Hooligans." ”

scolded him with his mouth, but his body still pestered him and refused to leave.

Zi Chen kissed her lips, and the feeling of her heart beating was terrifying.

The longing he had precipitated for hundreds of years was finally vented at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, the girl snuggled softly in his arms, he patiently helped her get dressed, and the girl looked at him with a soft look.

Gentle knives, knives cost people's lives.

Zi Chen only felt that the thought of Yu that was finally relieved floated again.

She didn't know it at all, and played with his hair and asked him, "You don't mind if I'm a demon?" ”

"What do you say?"

The girl snorted lightly: "Who knows, you gods look at justice, but in fact, they are sanctimonious, and there is no good thing......"

He gagged her lips.

After a long time, he continued to ask, "What now?" ”

"It's still the same now......" she rubbed the tails of his reddened eyes, "Our Zichen Divine Monarch looks serious, and he is so profligate in private......"

She smiled like a seductive fox.

"Who knows if you and I are double cultivating to deceive my trust so that you can kill me......