Three days later, Song of Songs got better as expected.
Xuanyuan Liuche was so happy that he couldn't hold it in any longer, so he turned over Li Fei's green card that night.
That night, the sky was extremely dark.
There is no moon and no stars.
Xuanyuan Liuche looked at her closely with lustful eyes, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, the beauty would disappear into thin air.
"Your Majesty, I'm going to turn off the lights." Ya Ge lowered his head, half shyly, half eagerly.
"Okay, go and come back quickly!" He said this even if he only took two steps to blow the light.
Hearing the Song of Songs, he cursed in his heart: Hurry up, sister!
One by one, the lights go out!
In Nuo Da's dormitory, it gradually became pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.
"My beloved concubine, beauty," in the darkness, Xuanyuan Liuche hugged the beauty who returned to his side and said a lot of disgusting words: "Beauty, I miss you so much..."
There was the sound of undressing on the bed, plus the impatient squeaking of kisses...
Xuanyuan Liuche stopped talking. At this time, he had no time to waste words.
When I was little, I heard a cry of pain, followed by a plea: "Your Majesty, please be gentle, it hurts...it hurts..."
Ya Ge hid behind the screen and was shocked by the sound coming from the other side of the big bed: that sound was actually...actually exactly the same as her own...
At first, when Wan Guiren said that she could imitate other people's voices instantly, Ya Ge didn't believe it.
Now that I have heard it with my own ears, I can’t believe it anymore.
No wonder Wan Gui is so confident.
The movement in the room gradually became louder, and Xuanyuan Liuche gasped heavily.
Wan Guiren just imitated the voice of the Song of Songs and hummed once in a while.
Such a scene made Ya Ge inadvertently think of the modern Lao Tzu again.
The eavesdropping at this moment was very much like her sneaking up the stairs to spy on her father fighting with other women.
Nervous and exciting!
She looked down on herself: she obviously felt shameless, but why did she prick up her ears to listen?
Why can I still feel excited?
Could it be that somewhere, I also inherited the genes of that playboy dad?