"Walking?" Ye Qingluo raised his eyebrows suspiciously, expressing his disbelief.
Di Moxuan is a great god with his own BGM. Is it necessary to use the holy beast to pretend
Moreover, where is the nine-tailed fox not majestic
"Besides taking a walk, what else can I do to your Qiqi?" Di Moxuan stretched his long arms slightly, and moved Ye Qingluo's small body upwards.
Ye Qing lowered half of her body and lay on Di Moxuan's chest.
The four eyes met, Di Moxuan's thin lips outlined an evil arc, and there was a smile between his brows and eyes.
Ye Qingluo saw her reflection in his dark and indistinguishable pupils.
In his eyes, only her.
At this moment, the heart trembled violently uncontrollably, missing a few beats.
Immediately, Ye Qingluo's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked away unnaturally.
Her cheeks were smoky red and gradually hot.
This man resorted to beauty tricks at the slightest disagreement.
And she was born with a partial birth, so she still eats this set.
Ye Qingluo naturally likes beautiful things that are eye-catching and pleasant to the body and mind.
What's more, Di Moxuan's appearance and temperament are completely in line with her aesthetics.
With this hook, Ye Qingluo really felt like a deer bumping around.
He glanced at Di Moxuan vaguely, and found that he was still smiling and looking at her playfully.
It seemed that she wanted to imprint all her expressions in her mind.
Ye Qingluo couldn't bear to be stared at by this stare.
Although she is a modern woman, after all, as a hermit patriarch, she hangs out with a bunch of old men all the year round.
Thoughts are not so free.
She can still accept a few words of teasing the handsome man with words.
But instead of being molested, Ye Qingluo said that he was incapable of accepting it!
With such an intimate posture, lying on Di Moxuan's body...
Ye Qingluo's breathing was a little messed up, and he gritted his teeth violently.
"If you use the beauty trick to change the topic, I will think... What have you really done to my Qiqi!"
She glanced at Qiqi, then at Di Moxuan, a teasing smile curled up on the corner of her mouth.
Heh heh, the heavy-tasting Emperor Moxuan!
Even holy beasts are not spared!
However, Ye Qingluo didn't have the last laugh with this smile.
Her back was encircled by a strong long arm.
The woman's soft body fit seamlessly against the man's hard chest.
The man stretched out his slender fingers, lifted Ye Qingluo's small face, bowed his head, and kissed her with a smile on her lips.
Kiss lightly, lips touch.
The man Mo Yao's black eyes were smudged into a thick black, and there was some kind of emotion jumping with joy.
He deepened the kiss.
Lips and teeth intertwined, airtight.
Ye Qingluo's mind went blank, her delicate body became limp, and her breathing was heavy.
Only his hands clenched Di Moxuan's collar, bit by bit, tighter, tighter...
dizzy.
Until Di Moxuan let go of the ravages on her lips, his arms tightened a bit.
It was only after Ye Qingluo came to his senses.
The numbness on the lips still exists.
The man's elegant sandalwood lingers on his lips for a long time.
In my ears, I heard Di Moxuan's heavy panting, with his unique magnetism: "Ah Luo, I have no interest in Qiqi, but... I want to do something to you."
The night is clear and the wind is messy.
Nima!
This is the rhythm of being X if you fail to moleste!
He failed to fight back successfully, and was forced to eat tofu by Emperor Moxuan!
Just don't be too shameless!
"Okay! You are strong, you are awesome! I admit it!" Ye Qingluo gritted his teeth.
Her hands were held by Di Moxuan, and she couldn't move.
She directly buried her face in the man's chest, wiped her mouth with his clothes, and expressed her dislike for him.
At this moment, Ye Qingluo's mind is full of cultivation of profound energy, trying to advance to the next level, and after surpassing Emperor Moxuan, he can torment him however he wants!
How could he remember to question Qiqi's whereabouts again.