surrender
Tang Beiyuan's words seem to be a bit...
"It's the first time I've seen Lord Dizun like this." Tang Beiyuan rested her chin and stared at Di Moxuan's face with beautiful eyes, "The current Lord Emperor finally looks like a human being."
Ye Qing glanced at Emperor Mo Xuan from the corner of his eye.
Like people
What kind of evaluation is this
Is it possible...
Di Moxuan didn't look like a human before
Ye Qingluo thought of her former self, who lived like a machine, a machine that consumed all energy for the sake of secluded Ye Family.
At that time, she didn't look like a human being.
Dare to love, is Di Moxuan the same as she used to be
Ye Qingluo inexplicably felt like laughing as he recalled the past images of Emperor Moxuan.
"Beiyuan!" Di Moxuan scolded Tang Beiyuan's name in a pleasant tone, but there was no sign of majesty at all.
He looked at Ye Qingluo who was still smiling, and one hand, under the table, slid towards Ye Qingluo's direction.
The slender five fingers quietly covered Ye Qingluo's leg.
"Ah!" Ye Qingluo's delicate body froze, and a short cry came from her mouth.
Tang Beiyuan looked at her suspiciously: "What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing..." Ye Qingluo's delicate body trembled slightly, and she shook her head with a red face.
his hand…
His hand was...
Using the cover of the table, his fingers gently and slowly passed over her lap.
From time to time, she brushed against her thigh.
In order to facilitate the competition, Ye Qingluo designed the class uniform to be extremely tight.
The trousers under the skirt are almost close to the skin.
Di Moxuan's hand swept over her tight pants, which was equivalent to...
Touch the skin on her legs!
That layer of pants made her feel more itchy.
"Mistress, why is your face so red?" Tang Beiyuan saw that Ye Qingluo didn't seem to be okay, and immediately looked at Emperor Moxuan, "My lord, is the mistress unwell?"
Di Moxuan gracefully picked up the teacup with one hand, and took a sip of tea: "She has a thin skin, and you saw her fierce appearance just now, and she is regretting it."
Tang Beiyuan suddenly realized and nodded, and withdrew her worried gaze: "Mistress, don't worry, I won't tell anyone else in the imperial palace what happened today."
Ye Qingluo laughed a few times, her body tensed up more and more.
She turned her head with a dry smile, and stared at Di Moxuan in warning.
Where did this beast learn how to flirt with girls!
actually...
To do such a thing to her under the table!
She stared more and more.
The hand on the thigh became more and more wanton.
What's more, the big moon brushed against her inner side faintly, causing her to tremble more and more.
What makes Ye Qingluo unbalanced the most is...
Emperor Qinshou still had a calm face, drinking tea gracefully.
Ye Qingluo's small face was on fire, seeing Emperor Moxuan still ignoring his eyes.
As soon as she gritted her teeth, she simply picked up the teacup, and slipped her other hand under the table without a trace, pressing Di Moxuan's big palm.
As soon as he touched Di Moxuan's hand, Di Moxuan had premeditated and grabbed her wrist with his backhand.
Ye Qingluo struggled, and he grasped even tighter.
Just when Ye Qingluo became angry from embarrassment, she put down her teacup and was about to join the battlefield with her other hand.
Di Moxuan brought the topic to the real thing in a timely manner: "Bei Yuan, the Flame-eating Fan is here, take a look, and you're somewhat sure."
As he spoke, he pushed the flame-eating fan that had been broken in two on the table towards Tang Beiyuan.
Ye Qingluo paused in resistance.
At this moment, there is no thought at all, and I will continue to quarrel with Di Moxuan.
The stunningly beautiful face showed a nervous expression, and her charming eyes looked at Tang Beiyuan without blinking, waiting for her answer.