"Hmm." Ye Qingluo snorted arrogantly.
However, he leaned into Di Moxuan's arms and changed his posture.
Di Moxuan raised his hand, solemnly: "I swear, I have absolutely no thoughts about her."
Ye Qingluo still snorted and continued to be arrogant.
Di Moxuan's eyes were full of doting, and he fell in love with her delicate appearance.
I couldn't help lowering my head, kissed her red and swollen pink lips, pressed my forehead against hers, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't believe me, you can check carefully to see if there are any traces of her on my body."
With a wicked smile in her tone, her peach-blossom eyes also shone with an evil luster.
Ye Qingluo blushed immediately, gritted her teeth and said two words: "No! Use it!"
Of course she knew that Di Moxuan had no idea about Fengling.
If she had an idea, it would not be her turn to be arrogant here now.
she is...
It's just pure, wanting to be arrogant.
Who let him hold Fengling's shoulders and let Fengling hug his waist when he was in the tunnel
His embrace can only belong to her alone!
"My place is only you." Di Moxuan narrowed his peach-blossom eyes and said in a low voice as if he had seen through her thoughts.
That hoarse voice spoke extremely seriously.
The dark and deep pupils stared at her for a moment.
Ye Qingluo's face flushed, she lowered her eyes subconsciously, and turned her head away.
The lower jaw was clasped by his slender fingers.
Forced her to look at him.
"At that time, she fell down, and I just helped her up." Di Moxuan explained patiently, "While helping her, I saw you in Chu Wuxin's arms in disheveled clothes."
Having said that, he paused.
He felt the little woman in his arms stiffen.
He hooked his lips and smiled evilly: "At that time, you thought I was still thinking about Xiaoling's affairs?"
Seeing Ye Qingluo's clothes in messy clothes, nestled in Chu Wuxin's arms.
It looks so intimate and ambiguous.
Even from the bottom of his heart, he knew that there was no special relationship between Ye Qingluo and Chu Wuxin.
However, after seeing that scene, he still couldn't suppress the fury in his heart.
Wind chimes or something, it doesn't matter, he didn't pay attention at all.
The image of Ye Qingluo and Chu Wuxin embracing each other was all over his mind.
Ye Qingluo still snorted arrogantly.
Verbal tsundere.
But she could act, but it revealed her little mood at this time.
She broke free from the restraint of his fingers, rubbed her red face against Di Moxuan's chest, and tightly wrapped her arms around Di Moxuan's waist.
The arrogant little appearance made Di Moxuan feel happier the more he looked at it.
Well, his little Luo'er, with his arrogant appearance, belongs to him only.
Di Moxuan tightened his arms, and his petite body clung to him completely.
There are only two layers of clothes that are not too thick between the two of them.
The softness of Yeqing Luoyuexiong's front pressed against his firm chest.
Very soft to the touch.
Di Moxuan inexplicably remembered the time when he applied medicine for Ye Qing after the last battle at the Mausoleum King's Tomb.
He saw everything in Ye Qingluo.
Um…
In fact, his little Luoer really has everything he should have.
This size is just enough for him to control it with one hand.
Just thinking about it in my head made my stomach tighten.
Di Moxuan's pupils contracted, and the force increased again.
"Hmm..." Ye Qingluo groaned in pain, frowned, and pushed his chest with his small hands, "Ah Xuan, you hurt me."
As soon as the words fell, she was pressed on the mahogany table.
The man's hot body pressed tightly against hers.
The temperature of the two of them rose rapidly...