The tip of Yang Yumo's tongue swept across my lips, pressed between my lips, and instantly rolled up the tip of my tongue with an unstoppable force, turning and sucking...
"Fool, breathe." Yang Yumo's wild movements finally stopped, and he pressed lightly against the corner of my lips, breathing heavily and saying hoarsely.
Only then did I come back to my senses and began to breathe heavily. When my breathing became smoother, I looked straight at him and muttered: "Slave, this slave has been despised by his master. What should I do with my brother Jingzi?"
Yang Yumo must not have expected that I would ask this question. He looked at me, a smile flashed in his eyes, and bit my lips lightly, and replied: "Since you are my maid, you can
It belongs to me, and you can do whatever I want you to do. Even if I want you to warm my bed, you have no objection. When you grow up, you can do this. Now you are still a child, I will let you go for now.
.Remember, if another man wants to get close to you, you must know how to refuse. And the country bumpkin you just mentioned, you are not allowed to mention it in the future!"
"Yes, Master!" I responded in a low voice, but in my heart I cursed Yang Yumo, the murderer of a thousand swords. I was scorned by him, and my innocent first kiss was gone like this, but he took it for granted. Just now I
It took a lot of effort to restrain my hands and not attack him. A little impatience will mess up a big plan. One day, I will get that Huandian. Then, I will want Yixue to be frivolous two or three times today.
shame!
I don't know if it's my imagination, someone is spying on me.
I followed that line of sight and looked over, but I met a pair of cold eyes. Even though I was far away, I was still hurt by the coldness of those eyes.
Strange, who is this person? Why is the Yu Renmeng so evil?!
"Loss the money, what are you looking at? So focused?!" At some point, Yang Yumo stopped and followed my gaze. There was nothing there, and there was no longer those strange eyes, as if just now,
Just my illusion.
I smiled dryly and replied: "Just now I saw a pair of beautiful butterflies there. I looked again this time, but there was nothing there. Could it be that I was dazzled?"
After that, I ran towards the hiding place of the man just now. It was a dilapidated flower garden, with a whole garden of yellow leaves fallen, and only a few sparse yellow wild chrysanthemums blooming quietly in the barren soil.
I looked around and saw a long corridor. It seemed long and far-reaching, with no end in sight on both sides.