It was past three o'clock in the evening, and Yu Yan still stayed in the study and didn't leave.

Tomorrow is the 100th day of Ling Qi'an's death, and as Ling Qi'an's surviving person, she was asked by her mother-in-law to copy the scriptures with her own hands to mourn.

Now she is asleep on her desk.

It wasn't until her lips were kissed by another pair of thin lips and her body began to swing with two hot palms that her consciousness slowly returned......

When she opened her eyes, one leg was thrust to the side.

She was shocked, and as soon as the face of the man in front of her was clear in front of her, a menstrual pain hit from below.

Hitomi Ren shook violently, she dodged the man's kiss, and struggled: "Ling Jingchen ......"

Ling Jingchen is Ling Qi'an's own brother......

"Aftermath." Suddenly, the man's lips caught up again, "Don't move. ”

How could she not move, if she was discovered, she would die without a place to be buried.

"Ling Jingchen, change your ...... Hmmm......"

As soon as she said half a sentence, her mouth was covered by his hand hard, and his lips touched her ear, "Good." ”

Her heart was beating unbearably fast.

The eldest son of the Ling family, he has lived in the mountains since he was seven years old, and has followed the precepts to cultivate his self-cultivation.

Jincheng's rumors about Ling Jingchen are all good.

He is kind and charitable, respects life, and everyone says that his temperament is as elegant and cold as the Zhilan jade tree, and his soul is as pure and noble as Bodhi.

But what is the way he is doing now, what can a pure and virtuous man do?

Then he unbuttoned his black shirt, and Yu Yan was stunned when he saw the bulging veins on his strong chest.

It's not right.

I don't know how long it took.

Yu Yan reclined on the bed, his thoughts wandering, the tall man in front of him was getting dressed, the green tendons on his chest returning to normal and hiding under his skin.

A pair of long eyes were half-closed, staring at her deeply.

She pursed her dry lips, "Ling Jingchen, why me?" ”

The man straightened his neckline, a faint smile on his lips, and then he leaned down and reached out to trace her forehead slowly.

Yu Yan realized at this time why his limbs were so weak that he couldn't lift his arms.

Was it tossed by him?

The woman gave birth to a delicate and delicate face, especially the phoenix eyes, which were sharp when she was cold, and she had all kinds of charm after being emotional.

Continuing down, the curves stand out and are as slender as a demon, and the skin is as smooth and white as porcelain.

In the end, Ling Jingchen's fingers fell on the kiss marks on her chest, and the man's Adam's apple rolled and said, "The curl has also become a woman." ”

Curl.

Yu Yan froze, and there was a faint light in his pupils.

And this name was given to her by him ten years ago.

This nickname, since she met Ling Qi'an, he hasn't called it again.

She wasn't sure what he meant at the moment.

She was about to say something more, but the man glanced up at the wall clock on the wall and left.

It's five o'clock.

Today, the Ling family wants to do the last Dharma for Ling Qi'an, and many monks and lamas came.

At this time, the lama is about to start chanting.

The entire Ling family is about to become lively.

Yu Yan looked at his back, got up and picked up his clothes and put them on, she had to follow him to ask things clearly.

Her clothes are very well dressed, and she wears a long black dress over her underwear.

But because of her strength, somehow she lost it, she wore it very slowly.

Finally, when I took the last step and pulled the zipper on my right waist, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open.

A few people came in front of him, and Yu Yan's heart fell suddenly.