In another room, the house is full of spring colors pressing on the branches.
The shadow on the bed floated, sparkling extremely.
The silver robe is intertwined with the red robe.
The girl's cheeks were smoky red, and her half-open eyes were charming.
The man covering his body gently stirred the flames.
Ye Qing's mind became more and more chaotic.
But conscious, still awake.
She wanted to speak several times, pushing the man's chest with both hands.
But he hasn't spoken yet.
Everything was sealed by the overwhelming scorching breath.
"No, no..."
While whispering, Ye Qingluo was panting for breath, and spit out two words fragmentarily.
The man who was still kissing gently raised his head.
That handsome face like a god was reflected in her pupils from a quiet distance.
The man's peach blossom eyes were as calm as water, with no waves to be seen.
From the looks of it, it seemed that she was completely free from a trace of distraction.
However, if you look closely.
But it can be seen.
Deep in the man's quiet eyes, he forbears the flickering flames.
At the corner of his mouth, there was still a trace of wickedness.
Drops of sweat slipped from his tense muscles.
This is obviously also a manifestation of the power of love.
"No?" Di Moxuan said with magnetism and temptation, "It seems that this deity is not working hard enough?"
teased to such an extent.
The girl is still talking under him, okay
Di Moxuan could hear it.
This refusal is not an irony when a woman is on the bed.
But in the true sense it can't.
Can't
This is the first... woman who rejected him, right
"No, it's not..." Ye Qingluo tried hard to stay awake, trembling all over her body, she was a little weak.
She panted heavily, not letting herself be fascinated by the beauty: "Here, this is the courtyard of the Saintess, they will come back anytime, no, no..."
"This is not an excuse." Di Moxuan half-supported his hand, and the other hand floated on the girl's red face.
His fingertips swept over her half-opened eyes little by little.
The thin lips drew a charming cold arc little by little: "Your cry just now was very charming, they are all interesting people."
A simple sentence made Ye Qingluo's face even hotter.
She bit her lip in embarrassment, avoiding Di Moxuan's deliberate teasing.
Although, no matter how beautiful she is, she also wants to continue to the last step.
However, she did not forget.
Di Moxuan's current body cannot continue.
In Di Moxuan's body, there is also the existence of Centrifugal Gu.
A little more intimate, the centrifugation Gu will urge Di Moxuan to centrifuge with her.
If you do this kind of thing.
I'm afraid the centrifugation Gu will scream even more fiercely.
The person who suffered the most in the end was Di Moxuan.
Now the room was lit with An Gu incense, which stabilized the Gu worms in Di Moxuan's body from restlessness.
But Ye Qingluo couldn't be sure, if it continued, would An Gu Xiang still be able to suppress the erosion of Centrifugal Gu.
She couldn't risk Di Moxuan's body.
"Ah, Ah Xuan..." Ye Qingluo was thinking about what excuses he should use to stop the man who was already on his mind.
It's just that the name was just called out.
The warmth and scorching heat covering her body was pulled away suddenly.
The man had already got out of bed and stood aside.
Ye Qingluo was startled, and wanted to get up, but her whole body was so weak that she had no strength.
He could only turn his head to look at Emperor Moxuan.
The man's slender fingers gently touched his body.
The slightly messy robes were instantly tidied up.
His face returned to his usual indifference, and when his eyes looked at Ye Qingluo, there was no emotion at all.
Very cold.
"This deity has no habit of forcing women. Since you don't want to, this deity has no interest."