"Mian'er, since that's the case, then you have to wait for me for a while. I believe, I swear, it won't be too long." Nan Fengmu said in a firm tone, while his handsome and handsome face gradually changed.
Approaching Ye Qingmian’s elegant face
"You...don't be like this..." Ye Qingmian felt that Nan Fengmu's hot breath slowly became half as if it was emanating from her nostrils. The burning and warm feeling almost burned her.
Burnt
"Mian'er, I really miss you...let me..." Nan Fengmu's voice paused, because his sexy lips had kissed Ye Qingmian's lips, so delicate and charming, as if
Half of the fiery lips of a newly ripe strawberry
Ye Qingmian only felt the warm tongue touching her mouth, and her heart trembled. This kind of kiss was so gentle. It was very different from Nanfeng Mu's overbearing and direct predatory kiss.
It’s like my soul is slowly melting
Nan Fengmu felt the moisture and gentleness inside Ye Qingmian's lips, which were so soft, but his teeth were still closed tightly. He slowly, gently, and gently pried them open with his very flexible eyes.
Her teeth couldn't wait to enter between her lips and teeth, absorbing the special and addictive taste that was exclusive to her.
Ye Qingmian couldn't break free. Nan Fengmu's strength was so strong, holding her body tightly in his arms. She couldn't move and had no way to break free. She had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted, but at this time, her body was in his arms.
Nanfeng Mu was absorbing and groping between his lips and teeth. Little by little, he began to react. There was some enthusiasm, and he became a little proactive.
"The Emperor has arrived." Just when Ye Qingmian and Nan Fengmu were kissing passionately, and Wan'er on the other side was blushing, the voice of Xiao Guizi coming from outside made the three of them a little panicked.
"Let me go quickly..." Under Ye Qingmian's repeated requests, Nanfeng Mu reluctantly left her lips. His eyes did not dim at all, they were still so fiery, and he looked at Ye Qingmian deeply.
Clean cotton
Before Ye Qingmian had time to wipe the corners of his mouth, Nan Fengyu, who was very flustered, had already hurried in from the outside. Perhaps he was too tired. It seemed that he did not see Ye Qingmian at the first time.
When one foot stepped into Qingchen Palace, she was indeed mumbling: "Wan'er, has Mian'er come back?"