"Yao Yao~ don't move, let me relieve the fever first~" Murong Qianqian's low voice whispered in her ear, and there seemed to be endless emotions and suppressed desires in her tone.

Her body was so hot that her breasts pressed against his back seemed to be burning, and her delicate hands climbed up to his shoulders little by little.

Xuanyuan Yao was startled. He felt Murong Qianqian's hands slowly unbuttoning his clothes, and then her hot palms covered his chest.

The pink mist in Haoxuan Palace became misty and gradually became less dense than before, but on the contrary, it added to the mist in the palace.

Murong Qianqian put her body against Xuanyuan Yao's back and put her hands on Xuanyuan Yao's chest. She felt that this really relieved the fever a lot.

"Hmm~ It's so cool, Yaoyao, you must be made of thousands of years of ice. Let me give you a hug." Murong Qianqian nuzzled and hugged Xuanyuan Yao tighter.

But gradually, she felt that this was not very effective in relieving fever, so she started to pull Xuanyuan Yao's belt, but his belt was tied very tightly, and her hands and feet were not flexible behind it.

She then walked around in front of Xuanyuan Yao, squatting down and tugging hurriedly, looking so angry that she wanted to tear the bright yellow python robe into pieces.

Xuanyuan Yao saw Murong Qianqian looking hungry and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This woman seduced him so enthusiastically, but it was good that she was poisoned by Fusang.

Pity.

"Qianqian, calm down~" As he spoke, Xuanyuan Yao realized that his voice had become rough.

Murong Qianqian pouted her red lips and gritted her teeth and said: "Calm down, who the hell tied the belt? Can't it be tightened a little looser?"

Xuanyuan Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stretched out his knuckled palm to hold Murong Qianqian's jade hand and said hoarsely: "Qianqian, don't do this~"

The cold palm held her hand with some force, and Murong Qianqian could not struggle. She felt that Xuanyuan Yao was too stingy, she was just using his body to cool her hand.

Murong Qianqian sniffed and sobbed pitifully: "Yao Yao~ I'm hot, please let me cool down, okay? I will be responsible for you."

Such words have a thick nasal sound, and the voice is soft and sexy, as if a weak electric current is slowly spreading throughout the body, creating a tingling feeling.

Xuanyuan Yao was slightly startled, and then subconsciously let go of his hand. Seeing that the other party did not resist, Murong Qianqian became even more unscrupulous after thinking that he had agreed to her conditions.

She anxiously pulled off his belt, then hurriedly took off his coat, and then unbuttoned his bright yellow robe. Unexpectedly, there were inner clothes, bottom clothes, and underwear.

sh|it, fuck|he|f*ck all kinds of clothes, I really don’t know why the ancients wore so many.

Murong Qianqian took off her clothes and her hands cramped, but Xuanyuan Yao's body was still tightly wrapped. She suddenly felt a little aggrieved and started to cry sadly.

Xuanyuan Yao was a little at a loss, so he pursed his lips and said: "Qianqian, you'd better let me solve it~"

Hearing such words, Murong Qianqian blew her nose and said seriously: "No, I don't believe that I can't untie Yaoyao's clothes."

After saying that, he immediately wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and took off all kinds of strips again. Finally, after half a stick of incense, Xuanyuan Yao's upper body was stripped bare.

Murong Qianqian swallowed and found that Xuanyuan Yao was really good at relieving fever. She felt refreshed and cool just by looking at his naked body.

It was a rare time to look at Xuanyuan Yao's body at such a close range. Murong Qianqian felt that this guy's figure was a bit abnormal, and he was even more devilish than an international male model in the 21st century.

The sexy collarbones, strong chest muscles, and six-pack muscles on the abdomen are really eye-catching, but unfortunately he is a little whiter and his skin is more tender.

Murong Qianqian licked the corners of her lips and felt that her saliva had dripped onto her collar, so she wiped it subconsciously, "Yao Yao~ Your breasts are so pink~"

With a snap, Xuanyuan Yao's face turned as red as a monkey's butt.

In his memory, he was born to be inferior to ten thousand people. No woman had ever dared to tease him, but Murong Qianqian did it.

Xuanyuan Yao's hands subconsciously hugged Murong Qianqian. At this moment, although he was not poisoned by the ecstasy, he felt the desire in his body burning wantonly.

He held Murong Qianqian tightly in his arms, wishing he could rub this soft and boneless body into his bones and merge into his soul.

The woman in his arms moved, and he felt that there seemed to be something soft covering her chest, which was lips. Murong Qianqian was kissing his chest.

Then, he felt her stick out her tongue, and the flexible and soft tip of her tongue licked his chest inch by inch, and finally stopped at the red spot and sucked hard.

Xuanyuan Yao suddenly felt that he, an emperor with a harem of three thousand, was not as good as Murong Qianqian in this aspect. She was very skilled.

However, just as this thought flashed through his mind, he heard Murong Qianqian murmur: "Mi|mi~ I want to eat mi|mi~" and then bit his chest fiercely.

"Hiss~" Xuanyuan Yao suddenly gasped in pain.

But looking down, Murong Qianqian licked the corners of her lips and said to herself dissatisfiedly: "No milk | milk, I want to drink milk | milk~" After that, she opened her mouth again and prepared to bite from the other side.

Xuanyuan Yao was startled, but now it was too late to retreat, so he raised his knife hand and struck at Murong Qianqian's neck.

Murong Qianqian only felt a pain in her neck. She raised her head numbly and found that Xuanyuan Yao was beating her. She immediately cried "Wow~".

But before her howling could be fully released, her eyes blurred and she fainted.

But before she fainted, she still didn't forget her original purpose. She lowered her head and took Xuanyuan Yao's red spot fiercely into her mouth, refusing to let go even if she died.

But at the end, Murong Qianqian couldn't remember how she let go of her mouth, but she vaguely remembered that Xuanyuan Yao had used up a lot of strength and let out several miserable moans.

In coma.

Murong Qianqian felt as if she had had a long dream, but the dream didn't look like her own. It seemed like it belonged to another woman.

That woman always wears a long white dress, with long seaweed-like hair falling around her waist, looking like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks from the world.

But she had never seen her face, only the back was deeply engraved in her mind. This feeling was a bit like looking at another self, but it was clearly not herself.

In the dream, the woman seemed to be fighting with herself, maybe she was fighting for something, and the fight made her face red and furious.
Chapter completed!