Mo Zhilan curled his lips and smiled, lowering his handsome face in disapproval, and whispered in her ear: "Miao Jiang's love poison is everywhere, and every time you take a breath, you will feel more desire. In this case, Zi'er
It is still so clear and clear, I am willing to give in."
"You, you're disgusting!" The provocative words made Feng Xi furious. When she reached out to slap her, she found that she couldn't muster any strength at all. The love Gu entered her body and entangled her in every possible way. She couldn't control herself and wanted to slap him.
near.
As if he saw her desire, Mo Zhilan picked up her scattered hair with his slender fingers and whispered in her ear: "Love Gu will make Zi'er lose her mind. I really want to know, what exactly does Zi'er do?"
Can you resist this love spell..."
The soft and elegant words were like the most seductive poison. She could not help but look at his infinitely magnified handsome face, so close at hand - slender eyebrows, straight nose and thin lips, and smooth and elegant facial features, as if they had been carefully carved.
Generally speaking, the skin is like jade, the face is like autumn water, and there is no flaw on the flawless face.
There was an elegance like an immortal in the corners of his eyes and brows, and a faint smile on his lips looked so harmless...
His fingers touched her skin, and a cool feeling that could relieve her heat filled her whole body.
Her eyes gradually lost focus, and the love poison raged in her body, destroying her calmness. Her originally weak arms unexpectedly grabbed the hem of his brocade clothes and began to tear his clothes.
"No..." She hummed in resistance. She clearly knew what she was doing, but her consciousness seemed to have fallen into the abyss and she was unable to control her body.
The moon-white crepe clothes were roughly taken off by her, her hands hugged his narrow waist through the thin single clothes, and she pressed him onto the soft couch, leaning on him with her whole body.
Her delicate cheek was pressed against his chest, his unique light sandalwood fragrance lingered in her nose, and she murmured to herself contentedly, "You smell so good, so refreshing..."
He smiled faintly and let her rub against him in an ambiguous posture. He pushed her hair aside to reveal her white and tender earlobes and took a bite: "Zi'er, are you willing to marry me?"
"Don't...don't marry you..." She firmly held the last line of defense and refused to retreat until her death.
But her body had gone against her owner's consciousness - her slender legs hooked around his waist, and her small hands supported his broad chest. Under his deliberate drive, her delicate buds were forced to touch his powerful desire.
Mo Zhilan seemed a little distressed, and smiled softly: "Even if the body is already emotional, Zi'er's consciousness is still so firm. It doesn't matter, I have been waiting for many years, and I don't care to wait a little longer."
"You, what do you want..." She had a bad premonition, but she was trembling with love, and her pink face was as rosy as a ripe peach.
His chest shook in the low laughter. With trembling hands, she pulled off the straps on his single shirt, revealing his white and strong chest. She pressed her hot cheek against his chest, instantly alleviating her restlessness. She closed her eyes
Eyes, so comfortable that I let out a soft moan.
Her voice reached his ears, and his warm black pupils suddenly shone with light, "Zi'er, nothing I want can escape, including you!"
She felt something in her heart, and the hairs on her back stood up. The meaning of this look was... When she gritted her teeth in a panic and tried to push him away, he suddenly pulled her down, "You--uh-huh--"
The closed carved door was pushed open by a strong force at this moment!