There was a mist in her eyes.

She couldn't see the person in front of her clearly, but the cold touch made her subconsciously want more.

Suddenly, the hand in his arms was forcibly withdrawn.

She pursed her lips aggrievedly.

The body writhed restlessly, groping around, pulling at a corner of the clothes, and continuing forward until he touched a person.

The whole person drilled into his arms, and his hands touched his clothes.

Qing Xuan looked at her, frowning slightly.

The person in his arms became more and more restless the more he moved.

The excessively gorgeous face, as well as this coquettishness, all reveal her abnormality.

It's a kitsch that can work on the immortals.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

Who drugged her......

"Emperor, Emperor, I'm ......"

The voice has a hint of crying, and there is even a coquettish sound that is not there on weekdays, and the tail note trembles slightly, stretching out a crisp numbness.

Tear and pull, she began to tear the clothes off her body, revealing one round shoulder and pink belly pocket.

The fair and smooth skin was displayed in front of him.

His body stiffened, and his Adam's apple rolled for a moment.

The wet touch on his neck made him breathe even more.

He could feel her red lips there, rubbing against his skin again and again.

He covered her skin, but accidentally touched her.

Her whole body was trembling, her body was extremely sensitive, and a simple touch could make her react.

Hands are still scratching around.

His eyes were obscure.

The breathing in the air was getting heavier and heavier.

The barrier in the main hall opens again.

The white light is more intense each time.

Bang, a crisp cracking sound came.

The teacup on the jade table fell to the ground.

One could only see a man dressed in white holding a flamboyant woman in his arms in an absolutely possessive pose.

There was a sudden sound of the door closing.

The inner chamber was completely cut off from the main hall, and in a few moments more and more fabrics were heard.

"Ah!" exclaimed the woman.

Later, for some reason, only the sound of "hmm......" remained.

......

Minute by minute.

After a few hours, there was no movement inside.

In the inner room, one piece of cloth after another lay on the ground, and there was no complete set of clothes except for the set of moire folded brocade shirts.

The woman's face was covered with tears, and the tails of her eyes were slightly red, which was delicate and distressing at this moment.

The lip flap was also bitten and slightly red and swollen.

She leaned on the man's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

Qing Xuan carefully held her in his arms.

Delicate and weak, it seems that it will be crushed if you are not careful.

Especially under the bed, on her body, the fair skin contrasts sharply with the bruises and purple traces, as if she was bullied severely.

He looked at her and wiped away the tears with his hand.

His face was as flawless as a carving, but it also had an innate indifference, so cold and elegant that one would want to drag him into the mire by any means necessary.

His lips touched her face gently.

It's only a little softer in this moment.

"Yun Yuan. ”

He muttered those two words.

The possessiveness hidden in his eyes resurfaced.

"Uh-huh......" she moaned.

Comparatively, the man's gaze is deeper.

Yun Yuan only felt that her body was getting heavier and heavier, mixed with a trace of pain, as if someone was going to drag her into another place.

Wisps of cool air hit her back.

Lines of white light were also slowly nourishing her body.

She fell into a dream.

Slowly awaken in a fantasy.