Murong Rong was embarrassed and angrily knelt down to collect the broken teapot on the ground, scolding Yinzai a thousand times in his heart.
I took another teapot and brewed another pot.
Murong Rong turned to look back. Yinzai's eyes were half closed, lazily, and his fingers with clear joints on the armrest were tapping on the armrest.
Slowly poured a cup of tea, "Well, it's time for tea..."
"That? Who is that?" That lazy voice seemed like mellow wine.
"Yin, Yinzai...have tea..."
When his name came out of her mouth, there was a different kind of intoxicating tenderness.
Yin Zai opened his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his thin lips slightly, "Didn't you see that my hands are busy?"
Murong puffed up her cheeks angrily and stared at him.
People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
Picking up a cup of fragrant tea, he leaned down and brought it directly to his mouth, "Can you drink it?"
Yinzai opened his mouth, biting the rim of the cup with his white teeth. He stumbled, and Murong Rong, who was unsteady on his feet, fell straight on Yinzai.
Yinzai turned his head, took the tea cup out of his mouth, and threw it away, and there were many broken cups on the ground.
"This time, you threw yourself into my arms!"
Yinzai Daheng carried Murong on his shoulders and walked upstairs.
"Help - bastard, let me go - Dantoni, save me -"
Yin Zai slapped her tight ass, "If you don't want everyone to come out to watch the show, just shout, shout as hard as you can."
Now, Murong Rong was really anxious.
This guy is really coming!
"Mr. Yin, President Yin, Lord Flame King, you have a lot, please let me go - you have been among thousands of flowers, what woman has not tasted it? A stunted woman like me is not worth attacking! Really?
not worth!"
"I touched it just now, and it's just developed."
Murong Rong was about to cry, but said, "It's almost time to have dinner now. Let's talk about it after dinner, okay?"
"Put down dinner first, we'll have midnight snack later -"
Kicking open the door with a bang, Yinzai carried Murong Rong into the bedroom and threw him onto the soft three-meter-large bed.
Murong Rong crawled to the end of the bed on her hands and knees. Yin Zai stretched out his hand, grabbed her ankle and dragged her back, "Honey, for the sake of our great cause of passing on the family lineage, you'd better be good and obedient."