After dragging Mo Ye back into the house, Mo Ye looked at him with pitiful eyes, like a frightened bunny, and Qi Huan's heart trembled, "Xiao Huan, can you accompany him? Shall I lie down for a while?"
"But, your injury..." Although the bleeding has stopped, the wound on Mo Ye's body is still terrifying. Even though Qi Huan knew that Mo Ye's life would not be in danger, she was still very worried.
"Cough, no, it's okay, can you stay with me for a while?" Those clear eyes made Qi Huan unable to spit out any language of rejection.
"Okay, be careful." Qi Huan nodded earnestly, put Mo Ye on the bed, and then lay obediently beside Mo Ye, "Does it still hurt?"
"Xiao Huan~" Lying on the ** Mo Ye looked at Qi Huan nervously with her eyes "fascinated", and stretched out her slightly trembling arms, "Can I hold you, it hurts." Fart, you A ghost, or a ghost fairy will feel the pain and lie to children, in fact, there are really deceived. I don't know when the little fox who was thrown out of the room sat in front of the door with his legs crossed, scratching the door frame very unhappily, but unfortunately the two people in the room had no time to take care of him.
Qi Huan lay in Mo Ye's arms with a distressed look on his face, his small hand gently "touched" the scar on his body that was enough to split a person in half, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly, her heart throbbing.
"...Xiao Huan... Madam..." Mo Ye whispered in Qi Huan's ear, as if she couldn't get enough. And he even had to use that claw to tear her clothes clean. Hearing the tearing sound of clothes and silk coming from his ears, Qi Huan's little face turned red and white.
At this time, even if Qi Huan was slow, she knew what was wrong. Mo Ye's pale face has long since returned to normal, and his voice has become weaker, his hands and feet are on his body, and the whole octopus is tied to himself. Feeling a strong thigh suddenly "inserted" between his legs, Qi Huan almost jumped up in anger.
"You're cheating!" Qi Huan suppressed the restlessness in his body, raised his head and glared at Mo Ye fiercely.
"Well... I'm afraid you'll be angry and don't want me anymore." Mo Ye said without any guilt, he lowered his head to hold Qi Huan's lips, only to be bitten by Qi Huan. After so many years, the bad habit has not changed. Mo Ye sighed, of course, he wouldn't give up the fat in his mouth so easily.
"Get up for me." Mo Ye's wet and hot kiss finally flashed past, Qi Huan panted heavily and used both hands and feet, intending to push him away.
However, no one was strong in the situation, and Qi Huan didn't dare to really give him two thunderbolts. As a result, the two became deadlocked. Wrong, in fact, she was the only one in the stalemate, Mo Ye didn't care whether Qi Huan refused or not, buried her head beside Qi Huan's neck, bit her snow-white neck in small bites, leaving a red and purple color on it. 』 of the spots.
"No, as long as I get up, you will definitely tie me up." Mo Ye smiled wickedly as he glanced at the ground net that was thrown to the ground and was about to move.
"I won't." Qi Huan took a deep breath and tried to communicate with Mo Ye in a calm tone.
The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, and every deep breath of Qi Huan only made the flame in the man's eyes burn more vigorously. Mo Ye's sturdy body was close to Qi Huan, and the only black silk embroidered pocket left on Qi Huan's body was between them. The temperature on Mo Ye's body was transmitted to her through the thin fabric. With the eyes that were too "exposed" on his body, Qi Huan could only feel a heat in his body spreading from his lower abdomen to all parts of his body.
Even if he didn't look in the mirror, Qi Huan knew what he was like now, the shrimp that was cooked, and the shrimp that was stripped... woo...
"Well... I still don't trust you." Mo Ye's mouth was slightly raised, his head moved further and further down, and he opened his mouth through the thin pocket and bit her chest gently. His long black hair was hanging down on his "naked" and "exposed" shoulders, and the tickling feeling made Qi Huan twist it, but it happened to be Yu Yang's mouth.
Although Mo Ye's actions didn't make Qi Huan feel pain, the tingling feeling made Qi Huan almost cry. Stay, one of his thighs was still rubbing against his own.
Isn't this kind of thing usually done by women, why is he so familiar with it! He won't just study this all these years, right? Pressed firmly on the soft bed, Qi Huan blinked, considering whether to call indecent. Then she suddenly remembered a forgotten given fact, that the two of them seemed, as if they were married.
Realizing that Qi Huan was too imaginary, Mo Ye took a bite on Qi Huan's chest, then looked up at her, "Miss, think about being a husband at this time." His low, hoarse voice entered his ears, It was as if a pair of rough hands "touched" his back, causing Qi Huan to tremble unconsciously. It's over, what kind of sovereignty does she have in the future, how can this man even sound so attractive~
"Actually... we can, we can have a good... uh...let's talk..." Qi Huan froze as he watched the only piece of fabric left on his body being bitten off by Mo Ye.
It stands to reason that it is not the first time for the two of them, but it has been 130,000 years since the last time. The mood now is basically the same as the first time. The most extreme thing is that Mo Ye doesn't understand her. !
"Aren't we already talking?" Feeling Qi Huan's nervousness, Mo Ye's laughter came from her chest.
"I mean... uh..." Mo Ye's hands had long since been released, and one hand slid into the quilt. Qi Huan's hands were on his chest, and he could feel the drum-like heartbeat coming from the bottom of his hands.
"I think... it's better for us to talk like this." Hei Tong instantly changed back to blood-red "color" and propped up his upper body slightly, "My lady prefers the top?" No, it's not about the top and the bottom right now... Qi Huan's mind just turned. When he came over, he saw the wicked smile on the corner of Mo Ye's mouth, Qi Huan's heart trembled, and before he could move, he felt that a foreign object whose size obviously did not match his own was squeezed in inch by inch. The feeling of fullness and fullness swept through the whole body, and the soft body catered to his enthusiasm.
The fine beads of sweat on Mo Ye's forehead slowly dripped down his cheeks. The extreme taste accumulated to the street point dragged Qi Huan's consciousness away, and her body could only feel his tyrannical invasion. Her sanity was getting blurry.
There is still no light in the room, and the shadows of the trees outside the window are reflected on it, like a monster with claws and claws. Mo Ye was lying on the bed, hugging Qi Huan, and stroking her back and forth with one hand, as if enjoying the most precious treasure.
Qi Huan was still in a deep sleep and did not wake up, with a sweet smile on his sleeping face, and he didn't know what sweet dreams he had.
In the room, only Mo Ye's steady heartbeat and the faint breathing sound of the two entangled with each other could be heard.
Suddenly, a person's footsteps came from outside the room, "Bang bang bang." The knock on the door was not too loud, but in this silent night, it seemed a bit abrupt.
"Well..." Qi Huan, who was sleeping, struggled to wake up, turned over and wanted to get out of Mo Ye's arms, but was hugged back by him.
"Good, go to sleep." Mo Ye whispered in Qi Huan's ear, Qi Huan rubbed his head against his chest and fell asleep again.
The knocking on the door didn't continue, Mo Ye paused, put Qi Huan on the bed with gentle movements, and pulled the quilt aside to cover her. Then he got out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked towards the door.
Mo Ye opened the door and looked at Minghui who was hesitant outside the door, his face was so calm. After closing the door, the two stood face to face, Mo Ye didn't mean to speak.
"Master, Junior Brother..." Minghui looked at Mo Ye, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. If he was not mistaken at that time, the person who fought against Mo Ye was an immortal, and that immortal's strength was more than one step higher than the three ancestors of the Qingyun faction.
"Is something wrong, brother?"
"I don't know Junior Brother, can you do me a favor?" Minghui had hope in his eyes.