Lanshan stretched out her hand fiercely and hooked Mingye's neck, bringing her lips up to block his mouth.

Soft lips covered her, Ming Ye's body stiffened, and she immediately hugged Lanshan with all her strength, and pushed back aggressively. Lanshan had rarely experienced such an active kiss.

The young master's unhappiness was suddenly replaced by joy. He was originally thinking about how to get Lanshan into bed, but now it's better. Lanshan came to his door by himself.

After a long time, Lanshan, her body weak and weak, panting, leaned on Mingye's chest, gave Mingye an angry look, stretched out a finger and tapped Mingye's lips: "I didn't do this to him."

Ming Ye finally had a smile on her face. She bit Lanshan's finger and said as if threatening: "If you dare to do this to him, I... will destroy him." [

Lanshan moved her lips and finally couldn't help but laugh: "Silly..."

Suddenly, his eyesight dimmed, and he was pushed onto the bed by Ming Ye.

The pair of eyes as deep as obsidian on the top of his head were shining with scorching flames.

"Shanshan it's getting late, let's go to bed!"

Lanshan tried her best to ignore the throbbing he caused her, and moved her body uneasily: "Okay, just sleep and can't... do anything else."

Ming Ye seemed to know very well, "Well, I don't do anything else while sleeping."

Although he said this, the movements of his hands were not like this.

After the sound of undressing, Lanshan's extraordinarily smooth and tender skin that had just taken a bath was invaded by a foreign enemy.

Lanshan hurriedly pressed his hand that had slid to her chest: "What are you doing tomorrow night? Didn't I say you can't do anything else."

Ming Ye blinked and said innocently and seriously: "I didn't do anything else, I just wanted you."

That matter-of-fact tone almost made Lan Shan angry. Why did she provoke such a shameless boy?

Seeing how he was determined to win tomorrow night, Lanshan thought that he might not be able to escape tonight.

When you can't escape the storm, you can only hope that the storm will pass faster or be smaller.

Lan Shan simply gave in and looked at Ming Ye pitifully: "I'm still comfortable, please be gentle."

Ming Ye was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly: "Yeah..."

The young master thought to himself, as long as Lan Shan can agree, as for whether it should be lighter or heavier, this matter has not been decided in advance.
Chapter completed!