Chapter 2: Deep in the Bamboo Forest

Deep in the bamboo forest.

The woman's delicate voice came faintly, with a few soft moans that wanted to cry without crying.

Zhao Yuan's body stiffened slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the woman in his arms.

However, the little girl in her twenties-year-old is dressed plainly and is born brightly.

At this time, he was looking up at him with blurred eyes and talking to him, his red lips were closed, but he seemed to be begging for pleasure, delicate and unaware.

"Take me ......" she gasped uncomfortably, tears suddenly falling from the corners of her eyes.

The five fingers also subconsciously groped upwards until they wrapped their arms around Zhao Yuan's arm and "walked ......"

Zhao Yuan didn't seem to notice, he still sat still, only staring at each other with an indifferent expression.

The little girl continued to climb up, and the placket of her dress was unintentionally opened, revealing a snow-white patch.

Zhao Yuan's eyes shrank, and he finally spoke: "The Wei clan sent you?" ”

Qiao Yuanfei's consciousness was confused, and he didn't know what the other party was talking about.

She begged her cousin to take her away, but gradually, the green shirt of the person in front of her slowly became blurred, and her cousin turned into a young man with a high ponytail in an instant.

The boy sat on a leafy tree branch and looked at her condescendingly.

The sparse sunlight fell on him, setting off the handsome and smiling eyebrows and eyes with extraordinary gentleness.

The young man's voice was raised, high, with the usual hanger: "Ah kite, ride a horse?" ”

Qiao Yuanfei's eyes turned red, and he rushed forward: "Ah Yuan......"

The hot and delicate body was in his arms, and the heat sprinkled on his ears, and Zhao Yuan's muscles instantly swelled.

The other party seemed to have no shame, so he sat on his lap.

The spring shirt was light, and the softness under the thin fabric came over, and Zhao Yuan was fixed in place.

There was an extremely loud heartbeat, I don't know if it was his, or the other party's.

Seeing that the girl's shirt was about to slip off her shoulders, Zhao Yuan immediately reached out to push it, but unexpectedly was hugged tighter by the other party.

A weak and boneless girl, but her strength is beyond ordinary people.

Zhao Yuan woke up suddenly, turned his head coldly, and the other party's red lips took advantage of the situation to cross the base of his ear, bringing a crispy itch.

In an instant, Zhao Yuan tensed up, and his jaw unconsciously lifted a little.

He clenched his hands and heard the woman whisper in his ear.

"A-Yuan, A-Yuan......"

One by one, gentle and gentle.

Zhao Yuan's throat rolled, and his expression was imperceptibly cold and angry.

For as long as she can remember, no woman has been so bold.

Wei's really worked hard!

The heat on his thighs came, and Zhao Yuan was forced to pull back his thoughts, and he noticed that the soft and boneless hand was poking down from the back of his neck.

From the spine downwards, gently, inch by inch.

It's like a temptation, and it's like a joke.

Zhao Yuan's back was extremely stiff, and he stared at Qiao Yuanfei with his eyes down, his eyes as black as ink.

Before the other party brought his lips up, Zhao Yuan finally stopped the heat in his heart, raised his hand and slowly pinched Qiao Yuanfei's neck: "What do you call me?" ”

Qiao Yuanfei was forced to tilt his head, revealing his delicate and seductive collarbones.

The bun had long been completely scattered and spread on his shoulders, with white skin and black hair, and the stark contrast made Zhao Yuan inexplicably have a desire to destroy in his heart.

It's so slender, it's so fragile, it can be wrung off with just a slight force......

But he only exerted a little force, and the woman lowered the corners of her eyes, and opened her mouth aggrievedly: "Ah Yuan, it hurts ......"

The crimson in the corners of the girl's eyes made Zhao Yuan's heart beat like a drum, but his hand tightened again without backing down.

Qiao Yuanfei's red lips opened slightly, and his eyes suddenly widened and narrowed, as if he couldn't believe it.

The pain of suffocation caused a few small cracks to leak between her lips.

It's asking for help, and it's also hooking people.

Zhao Yuan's gaze never left her face, seeing her face flushed, seeing her struggling, and seeing a cinnabar mole as red as blood at the end of her slightly raised eye......

Against the backdrop of the swaying bamboo shadows, it is hazy and attractive.

Zhao Yuan chuckled, but his eyes were bitterly cold.

He slammed his force to break Qiao Yuanfei's neck, when he suddenly heard a voice from outside the bamboo forest.

"A-Yuan?"

Zhao Yuan instantly withdrew his hand.

Qiao Yuanfei fell to the ground weakly, his forehead hit the corner of the pavilion, and he was red in an instant.

She breathed heavily on her back, and her sanity finally returned a few points in the line between life and death.

Zhao Yuan looked at it for a long time, as if he was teasing something: "Count yourself lucky today, go back and tell Wei, if you dare to think about me again, don't blame me for touching her precious son." ”

Qiao Yuan covered his neck for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and raised his head to look at Zhao Yuan.