Di Moxuan narrowed his eyes, staring deeply at the girl's red face.
She rarely relies on him so actively.
In the strength test, what did she encounter
Di Moxuan wrapped his hands around her slender waist, moved upwards, pinched the back of her head, turned back directly, and deepened the kiss.
On weekdays, he kissed so forcefully.
Ye Qingluo will struggle somewhat.
But... this time, Ye Qingluo cooperatively pushed his soft tongue into his mouth actively.
Ye Qingluo's initiative made Di Moxuan lose his mind.
His eyes gradually darkened, and a flame of passion shot up from the bottom of his eyes.
He intensifies the kiss...
In the end, Ye Qingluo could only hang limply on Di Moxuan's body, leaving behind ambiguous whispers and Qingchuan.
Through the thin robe, Di Moxuan's big palm instinctively moved along the soft body.
"Ah Xuan..." Ye Qingluo stretched out his hand in a panic, and pressed his big palm.
This reminded her suddenly of what Emperor Moxuan had done to her in the illusion, Chilian's illusion.
With the beloved woman in her arms, looking down, the girl's eyes are like silk, and her face is like a peach blossom.
With a moist color, the lips that were swollen and swollen from being kissed seemed to emit a silent temptation.
As long as it is a man, how can he stop when he sees this scene of spring
Di Moxuan is a normal man.
Especially when Ye Qingluo took the initiative to kiss him and confessed without concealing it.
At this time, Di Moxuan had already fallen into madness, and directly pressed Ye Qingluo down on the bed behind him.
"Ah Xuan..." Ye Qingluo was kissed in a mess, but his consciousness was still clear.
She pushed Di Moxuan's chest weakly with both hands.
Three thousand black threads had already spread out under the man's slender fingers and scattered on the bed.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on her side.
The deep and misty peach blossom eyes seemed to be seductive, looking at her affectionately.
The kiss fell on her lips again.
This kiss was strong and domineering.
It seemed as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
"Hmm... Axuan, Axuan..." Ye Qingluo's eyelashes were wet, and her delicate body instinctively writhed because of his teasing.
Her little hand, pushing against Di Moxuan's chest, also turned into a tight grip on his clothes.
Di Moxuan pecked at her red and swollen lips stained with crystals, and pulled out the silver thread.
With her slight movements, her slender breasts rubbed against his legs from time to time.
She panted lightly, her warm breath spraying on his face.
Di Moxuan's whole body was tense, his breathing was rough, and his eyes were dim.
Staring at her below, her face was shy, her long hair was wet with sweat, scattered on her shoulders, and a few more strands stuck to her face.
That soft and delicate body rubbed against his...
Di Moxuan only felt a burning sensation rushing to his lower abdomen.
Di Moxuan was no stranger to this feeling.
Every time he kissed Ye Qingluo, he would feel this way.
Ye Qingluo obviously felt it too.
Her small face became hot, and she held on rationally, and broke away from his hand, trying to struggle to get out of his restraint: "Ah Xuan... can't be here..."
She admitted that a kiss from Di Moxuan was enough to make her feel uncomfortable.
They love each other.
Naturally, they also want to have each other.
but…
At this time, in this kind of place in the academy.
I don't know how many people from the dark forces are around, and I don't know how many dean's eyeliners are there.
Ye Qingluo still had a sliver of reason, and when Di Moxuan's fingers untied her belt, she quickly grabbed his arm.
this man...
Why is my mind full of such things.
In Chilian's illusion, this aspect of him was copied exactly.