"You doubt my kindness to you, Qianhua?"
Qianhua opened her mouth, but had no words to retort: "I... I didn't mean it, it was Hange..." If you have to put the blame on others, it is also the sorrow of self-deception. Qianhua then closed her mouth, lowered her head and stared at her toes. , the clouds and mist made it difficult to see clearly, just like Mo Yunye's eyes at this moment.
And now the owner of those deep eyes was approaching step by step, until the slender figure completely covered the shadow of Qian Hua Wei Liu Fufeng, Fang sneered and asked: "Since you doubt me, why are you coming back?"
Qianhua's body trembled obviously, and she raised her head suddenly and asked in surprise: "Am I not worthy of coming back because of my doubts?"
Mo Yunye's smile deepened, and the sarcasm in it became stronger. He was so evil and unruly that Qianhua didn't recognize him: "Then you came here to verify my love for you?"
"I..." If it was affirmed, Qianhua couldn't bear it; if it was denied, Qianhua couldn't help the turbulence in her heart. And Mo Yunye's next move made Qianhua's chaotic heart even more turbulent and unreasonable.
Mo Yunye suddenly pulled Qianhua into his arms, clasped her slender waist with one hand, and held up her stubborn head with the other. He leaned slightly, his handsome face was close, and his thin lips with clear lines gently opened, grabbing her. Qianhua's lips were as red as blood.
Luo Qianhua instantly froze on the spot, her hands and feet were numb and unable to move, and her body was as hard as a small iron plate.
However, the twisting and twisting between Mo Yunye's lips and tongue became more and more cruel and violent. His strength did not show any mercy, and Qianhua's subconsciously clenched teeth opened up, and tongues of fire came out to seize the sweet honey. Mania overflowed from his lips and teeth. The fragrance makes me want to swallow the beauty into my belly.
The warm mist of nectar drifted through Qianhua's mind, filled with Mo Yunye's soft words and warm smile. As her mood gradually spread, her body changed from stiffness to softness. Mo Yunye clearly felt that the palms of her hands were gradually becoming soft and soft. The touch of the bone, so the kiss like a storm gradually became gentle and drizzle... Indeed, the lips that were just bitten were still overflowing with bright red blood drops, blooming with evil love in the lingering grace.
This scene of passionate kiss was completely seen by Han Ge, who was far away in Donghuang Mountain and opened the magic mirror to trace the traces of Qianhua. He was so angry that he beat his chest, gnashed his teeth, and almost broke Donghuang Xingjun's magic mirror: "Luo Qianhua, when did you do that?" Only then can you wake up!" After saying that, he threw up his robe, flicked his sleeves, rushed out of the door, and flew straight back to the ghost world. He didn't eat or sleep for three days, said nothing, and ignored Luo Qianhua who returned to Mo Yunye's arms. No matter what...
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And at that moment, when Han Ge asked Qianhua from a distance when he would wake up, Luo Qianhua clearly didn't hear it, but his head was buzzing for no reason, followed by a vague explosion, and Qianhua fell into a trance from suffocation. After struggling through the thousands of waves, he pushed Mo Yunye away in panic and breathed in the free air.
Mo Yunye was pushed away and did not continue to entangle with her. He just stood aside and looked at her lightly.
After Qianhua calmed down her emotions, she raised her head to look at him. Her cheeks were still blushing, her mouth was slightly swollen, and her eyes were cut. She was shy and sharp: "Is this... what you call love?"
Mo Yunye smiled, but his eyes were even more distant than if he hadn't smiled. His voice was gentle as usual, but his tone was cold and ethereal. Without answering, he asked: "Then what do you want?"
What do you want? Aren't you going to be an immortal or a queen with boundless magic power? But why is it inexplicably difficult to talk about it at this moment? It seems that what I want is far more than this little...
Qianhua hesitated for a long time, subconsciously just wanting to escape this question: "I...I said before that I wanted five hundred years of spiritual power. You promised me, but did you give it to me again?"
Youyou said: This title was borrowed from Huang Guojun's song "True Love Your Cloud", to say sorry to my family... I hope everyone will support the only genuine first release of 17K Novel Network, thank you! (To be continued)