She gave Di Moxuan a helpless look.
I have given up the idea of chasing Youji again.
She turned around and continued to look at You Yin.
The man behind him leaned forward again, and stretched out his hand to wrap around her waist.
The man's gentle temperature covered her.
It was that kind of voice that could make people's ears pregnant, whispering in her ear.
"The most important thing is...you are the woman of the deity, how can the deity allow you to be alone with another man."
another man
man
Ye Qingluo froze when he was about to struggle, and looked at Youyin uncertainly: "You mean him?"
Di Moxuan raised his eyebrows, smiled without saying a word.
Ye Qingluo: "..."
Can this ghost be called a man
Can this be considered a man
She is not blind.
The brain is not stupid.
How could it be possible to let the emperor Moxuan, who is peerless and comparable to a god, not want it.
On the contrary, you are interested in Youyin... a monster whose voice is neither male nor female, and whose whole body looks like dry bones...
The corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth twitched, expressing that he didn't want to talk to this man who opened his eyes and told lies anymore.
Seeing that she was silent, Di Moxuan leaned down.
The elegant scent of sandalwood permeated her nostrils even more.
"What, are you still angry?"
His voice was low and hoarse, and there was a hint of a smile.
It's like dealing with your pet who is throwing a tantrum.
His big palm was still on Ye Qingluo's head, and he rubbed it lightly.
Her sideburns, which hadn't been rolled up much at all, were also rubbed and scattered.
Three thousand black threads poured down.
It complemented that alluring face, which became more and more charming.
The color of Di Moxuan's eyes darkened slightly, and there was a faint flash of joyful flames.
The slender fingers suddenly clasped her jaw.
The man's magnificent face was already magnified in Ye Qingluo's pupils.
Just when the man was about to get close to the girl's pink lips.
A hand was suddenly between the lips of the two of them.
Ye Qingluo's other hand pressed against Di Moxuan's chest, pushing him away.
Di Moxuan, who was rejected by Ye Qingluo again, looked a little ugly.
His stern face was straightened, and his brows were furrowed.
All of them showed his anger at this time.
"As my man, he can't even fulfill my little request, and still tries to ask for a reward?"
Facing the ugly Emperor Moxuan, Ye Qingluo didn't show any fear or nervousness.
She raised her thin eyebrows and glanced at him with a light smile.
Immediately, her soft body suddenly leaned into his embrace.
The soft little hands circled around his neck, hooking his body down a bit.
Tiptoe, then tiptoe.
Her lips were pressed against Di Moxuan's ear.
The girl's delicate and soft voice carried her unique sweetness and softness, as well as a bit of coquettish coquettishness.
Listening to it, I suddenly felt a crisp feeling all over my body.
"Hey, if Lord Emperor Zun wants to get some... beauty reward from me, he has to behave obediently. After all... my man is not so easy to be."
She just finished speaking.
Before the man increased the strength of his arms to clasp her delicate body.
Like a loach, slippery, it slipped out of the man's arms.
Ye Qingluo tilted her head and winked at him slyly.
Immediately, he stopped looking at Emperor Moxuan, but lowered his eyes, looking down at You Yin, whose figure was floating and looming.
Nor did she notice.
The man behind her, at the moment she turned around.
Slowly raised his hand, and stroked it gently, where the girl was whispering in her ear just now.
A faint smile overflowed between his brows and eyes.