Fuyao Hall, the bedroom of Princess Ling of Dongling Kingdom
Mo Xiaohuan, who was sleeping lightly, suddenly opened his eyes - Yu Beiming was really here!
Mo Xiaohuan quietly touched the dagger on the pillow. Unexpectedly, Yu Beiming was faster.
A deep magnetic voice sounded: "Princess, is this how you welcome the lonely king?"
The top of his head is a rather heroic face. His straight nose seems to be a masterpiece of an ancient Roman sculpture master. His two slanting sword eyebrows make his handsome facial features more three-dimensional.
"How can I welcome you? If you still have any self-awareness, please leave immediately!"
Mo Xiaohuan's wrists were clamped above her head by Yu Beiming, and her delicate body was firmly suppressed by Yu Beiming's strong and tall body.
Yu Beiming was not angry either. There was an evil arc on his angular lips: "Princess is not good again..."
"You——" Before Mo Xiaohuan could finish her words, there was a click, and her jaw was immediately twisted and dislocated by Yu Beiming.
Yu Beiming's whole body exuded a wild aura. He tore off Mo Xiaohuan's clothes three times.
Mo Xiaohuan couldn't continue talking. What was about to happen made her shake her head in horror, and she could only make a "hmm" sound.
But Yu Beiming seemed to appreciate her broken voice very much: "The princess really has a voice like nature. Even in pain, she can sing so movingly."
After finishing his words, Yu Beiming suddenly sank into the
His need for women has always been strong, and now he was buried in Mo Xiaohuan's soft body, and he was even more like a wild horse galloping wildly.
As for him, women are just tools for hypnosis
Mo Xiaohuan frowned tightly, not wanting to make any sound, but the stinging pain from her body being penetrated frequently made her groan.
Yu Beiming heard her faint moan, lowered his head, and placed hot kisses on Mo Xiaohuan's ears and neck one after another.
He was addicted to her body, like kissing the woman he cherished most
"No!..." Mo Xiaohuan made a vague voice
She shook her head desperately, trying her best to get rid of Yu Beiming's flirtation. Wherever Yu Beiming's lips touched her, a weak electric current spread around her body.
Yu Beiming noticed something strange about Mo Xiaohuan's body and accelerated his sprint even more
His wild strength made Mo Xiaohuan unbearable. Mo Xiaohuan's delicate body trembled and swayed, like a pitiful flower in a violent storm.
The temperature in the palace rose sharply
Yu Beiming's heavy breath tickled Mo Xiaohuan's soft neck like a feather. His burly body was filled with scalding heat, and he did not relax his grip on Mo Xiao at all.
A hot and warm atmosphere surrounds the surroundings
Mo Xiaohuan's body was also infected by Yu Beiming's scalding temperature, and her skin as white as snow gradually became crimson.
"No, we can't be conquered by him! We can't sink like this!"
Mo Xiaohuan tried her best to maintain consciousness, reminding herself again that she wanted to resist, but the voice that came out turned into a seductive whisper.
That ecstatic voice shocked Yu Beiming's whole body
He suddenly stared into Mo Xiaohuan's eyes
Mo Xiaohuan met Yu Beiming's gaze without fear.
Their eyes intertwined in the air
Yu Beiming's eyes were as dark as the night and as bright as stars. Mo Xiaohuan was almost lost in these deep eyes. She only heard Yu Beiming's demonic words: "The lonely king gives you the right to give birth to an heir."
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