This is just the beginning.
At the same time as the numb and itchy electric current rushed through Yu Yi's tailbone, her eyes suddenly turned upside down, and a heavy weight came on her body.
She put her back against the quilt, opened her eyes in a trance, and saw Song Pian lying on top of her.
Song Pian pressed down, and the pure spirit jade paste followed Yu Yi's deeper tongue, rolled gently, and landed in a shoal of water.
pat.
The pure spirit jade pulp is like a full spring seed, it will live in contact with water, and the fullness of the water will suddenly explode, bursting out a thick and snow-white spiritual liquid.
The spiritual liquid is mellow and majestic, and this drop of pure spiritual jade explodes in the human body, and the Tao body below the fusion will instantly turn into powder.
Song Piantao immediately realized that the pure spirit jade paste was dangerous to Yu Yi, but fortunately, as soon as the jade paste touched her body, she felt like a duck in water, and quickly drilled into her body spontaneously.
In an instant, Song Piangan's meridians were filled with extremely thick spiritual fluid, and they swelled painfully.
It turned out to be so.
Her body is made from the treasures of heaven and earth. She is not only a human being, but also a body of refining materials. The treasures echo each other. No matter if the pure spirit jade paste is seeking the same kind, or if she wants to hide, she will choose to integrate into Song Piantao's body.
Presumably, Yu Yi had obtained a technique that could absorb spiritual power from the refining materials, so that he could practice quickly.
This is to use oneself as a spiritual power converter. Song Pian thought in an orderly manner, clasped the back of Yu Yi's head and kissed her. Before Yu Yi's meridian was cut off, she was in the Jindan stage. With this pure and gentle spiritual power, she might be able to restore the Jindan stage unimpeded. .
But what about the back? Yu Yi has never been to the realm above the golden core. If she breaks through rashly, she is afraid that the realm will be empty. What is she going to do
—Or, is there any other mystery in her practice
Song Piantao's thoughts turned extremely fast, while running the exercises to digest the spiritual liquid filled with the meridians.
Compared with the quick handling of her thoughts and exercises, Song Pian's movements between her lips and teeth were extremely calm and regular.
Song Pian's kiss was slow and unhurried, Yu Yi couldn't stand it, her eyes were wet, she hugged Song Pian's slender neck, her lips and teeth were flattering, and she was begging for benefits.
The tip of her tongue scraped across the plump mouth wall, taking away the water and greed. The messy breathing was mixed with a small hum, which came out from the corners of the lips that were occasionally separated, scattered in the air, and the heat made Yu Yi's cheeks flush.
After she ran the magic power against Song Pian through the thin fabric that seemed to be non-existent to absorb the spiritual power, it was even more out of control.
Spiritual energy poured into her body, full of it, her limbs were sore and soft, as if someone woke up after a full sleep, lying in a warm blanket, even her hair and toes were lazy, too comfortable to lift, The whole person will melt away.
But Song Piantao refused to kiss her.
She closed her eyes and didn't look at herself, her face was pale and indifferent, even kissing was unhurried, only when she sank completely, Yu Yi suddenly felt a little wronged, but she worked harder to hug Song Pian.
No matter what, Song Pianjiao should be hers.
Yu Yi felt ruthless in her heart, her fingertips clenched tightly around Song Pian's neck and shoulders, refusing to let go.
Yu Yi had absorbed a certain amount of spiritual power, and his dantian had reached its peak, and it took a moment and a half to digest the spiritual power nurtured by Song Piantao.
Both of them understood in their hearts, Song Pian tapped Yu Yi from his lips and raised his upper body slightly.
Song Pian stepped back three points, Yu Yi's sharp cat claws were between Yu Yi's arms, unable to catch the person on her body, unable to slide down, and fell to another place.
"… "
Did the kid do it on purpose? Song Pian lowered her eyes, only to see Yu Yi blinking, a tear dripped from the corner of her right eye, sliding down the pink-white skin and into the black temples.
"Why are you crying?" Song Pian was a little helpless, and looked at the pair of cat paws on his chest. This little brat was crying even after getting cheap
"I didn't cry." Yu Yi's voice became hoarse, getting lower and lower, but the ending was soft. She wanted to save face and refused to tell Song Pian that the tears were just kissed under her.
Song Pian's kisses were wet everywhere.
Only a dry mouth remains.
Since one point is lost, three points must be recovered elsewhere. As soon as Yu Yi's men moved, they followed the snow-white collar and slipped into it. But she hadn't forgotten that Song Pianjiao seemed to be angry before, she bit herself.
Yu Yi's fingertips rested on the collar, and looked at Song Pian with thoroughly wet eyes, the meaning was self-evident.
"No." Song Pian spit out two words.
Yu Yi turned her head away gloomily, but her fingertips tickled.
Like a kitten hiding from its master, quietly fiddling with soft and moist toys, greedy claws are full of plump and greasy, and the fingertips are fragrant.
Yu Yi didn't look at Song Piantao, and put her face on the pillow, leaving Song Piantao with a slender neck, which was attached to her white jaw. Song Piantao's eyes fell on that green and soft streamline:
"Have you ever had a good time running the exercises?"
"The spiritual power that came from flying through is naturally exhausted." Yu Yi said.
Song Pian licked her eyes: "You have a smooth tongue."
Yu Yi said to herself, "It's not oily, it's not slippery, don't you know it?"
After she finished speaking, she turned her head and handed it over, with a small hook hidden in Shui Liang's eyes.
Dare to tease herself, Song Pian's eyes darkened, but she said lightly:
"You did something wrong, but don't panic at all."
Yu Yi's expression froze, she bit her lower lip and glanced at Song Pian, this time she didn't act like a spoiled child, but whispered:
"I was wrong."
Yu Yi has always been cunning and clever. From tonight, it seems that he did a lot of hands and feet in the past, but at this time he obediently admitted his mistake and didn't find any more excuses.
Song Pian was in a trance for a moment, Qing Lu really suited his temperament in these interactions.
She always has a way to show the most suitable attitude to face herself, no more, no less, and never make mistakes.
Song Pian's dazed appearance was captured by Yu Yi.
What is Song Pianjiao thinking
When she was on her body, when she was talking to herself, she actually went into a trance? What was she recalling, mulling over, or—
Remember who
The last possibility is not very big, but Yu Yi is very concerned about it. She suppressed the burst of exclusive desire, and covered the emotions in her eyes well, and her expression became more docile:
"I shouldn't hide it from you." Yu Yi said, looking at Song Pian Tao who had recovered, she added two words, "Sister."
With this sound, Song Pian's expression obviously changed slightly.
so useful? Yu Yi immediately hooked her hand, looked at her softened expression, and whispered again:
"elder sister… "
Song Piantao inhaled lightly and shook her head:
"Is your practice—"
"The spiritual power has been eaten up." Yu Yi knew what she was asking, and rolled her eyes, "In the early stage of foundation building."
She leaned closer to the corner of Song Pian's lips, turned her head slightly, her long eyelashes hit Song Pian's cheek, scratched Song Pian's gently, Yu Yi whispered:
"Sister, there should be a lot of spiritual fluid left."
The last half sentence, when it is a hundred turns and a thousand times:
"... feed me some more."
As Yu Yi wished, the last bit of distance disappeared between the gradually approaching lips, and the familiar wave that made one's bones go sour swept in again.
Yu Yi's back was tensed and her calf was trembling, but she was very satisfied, and she was even a bit content to seduce Song Pian and control the rhythm.
A little, a little, a bite, a bite.
The kitten raised its head proudly, eating spiritual power.
But soon, her back calf softened, and her breathing became completely disordered.
The lining was peeled off by Song Pian's sprouting fingers, and Yu Yi's skin was spread under the moonlight, as white as a pear blossom in spring. If it was in the bright sunshine, it would be as white and transparent as pear petals.
"It's okay to kiss other places."
Song Piantao's voice was slow and deliberate, while Yu Yi's mind was scattered.
Yu Yi didn't reply, Song Pian just pretended she agreed.
Yu Yi's extremely fragile beauty made Song Pian's fingertips swipe through the pile of pear flowers, and his strength was a little lighter, but when his lips fell, he couldn't help but heavier.
In a short time, the pink and white pear flowers were covered with deep and shallow traces of rouge, and they were scattered.
Even though Yu Yi stopped her crying, Song Pian did not agree. Her voice was like a spring rain hitting a pear flower, with a lingering coolness in its warmth:
"Use me as a tool, and you will receive benefits."
As he said that, he reached down with his hand, pushed aside the hidden leaves, and rubbed out the juice of the pear blossom in his hand in the depths of the pear blossom bush.
And kindly sent it to Yu Yi's lips: "Tast it, is the spiritual liquid taste good, or yours?"
There were a few wet marks around Yu Yi's eyes, and the ends of her eyes were red. When she looked at her, she was pure and charming. She propped herself up and approached Song Pian's arms, holding Song Pian's hand in both hands, licking it little by little, more like a cat.
Song Pian looked at it for a while, then crossed Yu Yi's shoulder and lowered her eyes again. Yu Yi's long hair hangs down her back, and the ends of her hair swing around her slender waist, concealing the moonlight in her waist.
Now like a fairy again.
For Song Piantao, being deceived by Qinglu was the first time.
Of course, Qing Lu was a little wronged. Her experience in the small world created her different personalities and choices. This part is not something Qing Lu can decide.
But Song Pianjiao is not a saint. She was deceived by her identified partner. Even if she understands rationally, the more she cares, the greater the emotional component. Song Pianjiao is still angry with her.
Fortunately, in Song Pian's mind, reason always prevailed, and while she was angry, she would not prevent Qinglu from achieving her goal.
She would not refuse Qinglu.
She will only punish Yu Yi.
Song Piantao pulled his gaze away from Yu Yi's waist, and then withdrew his fingers from Yu Yi's lips. At this time, there was a coldness between them.
She leaned against the head of the bed, her body stretched naturally, a layer of brocade quilt was pressed under her waist, and her slender legs were spread to both sides, leaving space for Yu Yi.
Song Piantao sat like this, raised his jaw, and ordered:
"eat by yourself."
Yu Yi was watching her movements, and when she heard these words, her body seemed to froze.
Afterwards, the slender girl slowly leaned forward and put her hands on the bed, like a cat, her waist and hips shifted, and came to the place Song Piantao had prepared for her.
Yu Yi lowered her head and looked up at Song Pian.
Song Pian was basking in the increasingly clean moonlight, as if to merge with the moonlight.
Her expression was light, drenched in the shadow of the moon, and her beautiful face was almost holy.
When he looked down at himself, he was like a god looking at mortals, high above, just waiting for mortals to serve.
And he is that mortal.
Yu Yi swayed her waist, lowered her long neck, leaned in gently, sniffed, and looked at it with blurred eyes.
One, one, it swallows something.
Yu Yi greeted it with her lips and tongue.
Once you have tasted it, you will know that the honey juice spit out here is as thick as spiritual liquid, but it is far sweeter and sweeter than the spiritual liquid.
She couldn't help wanting more and went deeper.
The tongue is agile, stirring up a pool of spring water, and grabbing all the alcoholic water.
But suddenly stopped.
The tip of the tongue is tight, and there is soft meat everywhere.
She was bitten by Song Pian.