The girl suddenly turned over, and her delicate body nestled into his arms. It was warm and soft, giving him deep throbbing and excitement.
But he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to move for a long time. It wasn't until he confirmed that she was asleep that he slowly put his hand on her back and pressed himself closer to her.
She slept sweetly all night, dreaming that she was lying in a warm embrace, feeling warm and at ease.
He was in pain all night, sweet pain and depressing pain.
The early morning sunlight filtered in through the cracks, and sprinkled dots on her face, as if it could penetrate the delicate and smooth skin. He looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't hold it back. He brought his mouth forward and kissed her gently. on her forehead.
She moved, feeling like she was being restrained. This was a very strange feeling, but one that made her nostalgic.
She closed her eyes and stretched comfortably. Why did she feel something hard and hot pressing against her lower abdomen
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a pair of dark peach blossom eyes, filled with a mean smile.
Before she could react, he scratched her nose with his finger and said with a smile, "Good morning, be careful!"
She held back the feeling of vomiting and quickly moved her body away from him, creating a safe distance between the two of them. She then looked at her clothes. Fortunately, it was not eaten dry.
"What are you doing? Am I, Zhu Yan, as shameless and nasty as you think?" He propped up his handsome face with one hand and looked at the cute little thing in front of him with a smile. He really wanted to pounce on it and take a bite.
She nodded quickly: "You are, you are definitely more shameless and obscene than I thought. Climbing into the girl's bed in the middle of the night, what is the difference between this and a flower picker?"
Zhu Yan felt that he was worthy of the title of flower thief. He held the flowers all night, but did not eat them. He endured it very hard, but in the end he was called a flower thief.
No matter how I calculate this, I think it’s a bit worth it!
"Since I am already a flower picker in your eyes, wouldn't it be unfair for the flower picker to not pick the flowers? Then why not—"
She pulled the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, widened her beautiful eyes and said in surprise: "What better?"
"How about this king being convicted of this crime?"
He was about to pounce, but she was so surprised that she kicked him - almost to death, just in time to hit the burning iron rod -
Even if he is the God of War, he is still a good fighter with weaknesses!
This weakness is also the weakness of all men! !
Fortunately, Yuan Qiu is young and not very strong, otherwise—hehe—
Despite this, someone still wailed for a long time without getting up.
At the breakfast table, the two people had subtle expressions on their faces. Yuan Hao was confused as to what kind of elixir they had in their gourds.
While Yuan Hao went to the study to practice calligraphy, Yuan Qiu was cornered by Zhu Yan who came out of nowhere, as if he was trying to knock her into the wall.
Although she had a resisting expression on her face, there was a hint of expectation in her heart. This terrible thought made her blush and stumble around. She must not have woken up, she must have been.
"You, what do you want to do?" She was forced to the corner of the room by him, standing with her back against the wall, unable to retreat, but his face was close at hand, and his hot and wild breath rushed towards her face, teasing her. The fragile heart at this time.
He held her chin, pressed her pink and moist red lips, swallowed hard, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to do a lot!"
She reached out and slapped his hand away, raised her eyebrows and said, "Then don't think about it, I won't let you succeed."