In one sentence, Lin Qingjiu's cold heart seemed to have been soaked in hot spring water suddenly, which melted away the coldness and came back to life again.
What doubts, temptations, all were disturbed by these words, and the originally uneasy and inferior heart suddenly calmed down.
Yes, even though Lin Qing is nine thousand years old, one person is more than ten thousand people, but it can't change the fact that he is a eunuch. Everyone hates him and hates him.
Lin Qing felt that the woman in front of him should be the same, and even if he didn't say it, he should secretly hate him in his heart.
Because he was nine thousand years old, everyone suppressed their dissatisfaction with him in their hearts and did not dare to show it, but even so, how could he know it in his heart.
But what he didn't expect was that the woman in front of him actually said that he didn't hate him, and he couldn't see any fake. Should he believe him
Suppressing a trace of weakness in his heart, he is nine thousand years old! Whether what she said was true or not, what was he afraid of? ! Since she said she doesn't hate him, let him see how far she can do it!
Lin Qing simply lay down, panting slightly, and said with a sinister smile, "please me."
He looks a bit enchanting and charming, Zhao Zimu now really thinks that he looks really good, with slanted eyebrows, a straight and high nose, and lips that are thinner and darker than hers, if you ignore the face The words are indifferent and cool, but they look a little more elegant. The eyes are peach blossom eyes with double eyelids. They don't smile, but they have a three-point smile. Although they look a little cold, they are still very beautiful. The eyes are dark and deep.
Zhao Zimu suddenly felt a little moved, so she then leaned down and touched his face with her lips lightly and gently, sucking and grinding, with a fine taste, from the forehead, the corners of her eyes and the brows, all the way down, Then to the neck.
Lin Qing's breathing gradually became chaotic. He always played with others, and although the women he played with had a charming smile on their faces, he could still see fear and disgust in their eyes. He didn't expect one day. He will lie under the body of others and be treated tenderly.
He didn't know what it meant, and he didn't know what price it would pay. In the yellow candlelight, he could only see the face of that person in his eyes, making him feel that everything in front of him was so unreal.
The clothes on his body were gradually picked apart and thrown to the ground. Only a thin robe was left. Lin Qing's body was already covered in fine sweat. Bang bang bang kept jumping, even though there was still no feeling in that place, but his body was hot and comfortable, which made his breathing worse, and his body was full of a desire to vent, which made him at a loss. .
Lin Qing, who was waiting for Zhao Zimu's next move, suddenly felt the person on her body stop, and Lin Qing looked at her a little puzzled.
I saw the still well-dressed man suddenly wrap him in his arms, put him on the pillow under his slender arm, put the other hand around his waist, and then looked at him seriously and said, "Sleep."
The lights in the room suddenly went out, but at this time, Nine Thousand Years didn't care. He gritted his teeth and said repressedly, "Zhao Zimu!"
Zhao Zimu patted his waist soothingly, and comforted him on the top of his head: "Tomorrow you have to go to court, Shen and Joy are not good." He paused again, as if hesitating.
Lin Qing mockedly waited for her to speak in the dark, but couldn't she do it? He would have to see what excuse she could give! Lin Qing thought with sourness, pain and hatred in his heart, the strength in his hands was about to tear the brocade under him to shreds.
Zhao Zimu suddenly pulled his head over and whispered against his ear: "I have no experience, I'll find a book to study it another day."
Lin Qing suddenly felt a rush of blood rushed into his forehead, making his mind hot and his face extremely hot.