So...that's why she took what just happened seriously.
The agreement between them, the persecution of hundreds of thousands of troops, Xiao Lixi's poison, and her uncontrollable heartbeat...
Nothing!
Lan Jieyu couldn't make a sound, her lower lip that she was biting was glowing with a coquettish red color, and the mist in her watery eyes rose.
"Are you still aggrieved? I'm the one who should be aggrieved, right?" Mo Yanche glared at her angrily, "Even though I know I shouldn't, I'm still moved, emotional, jealous, waiting, resisting, and struggling for you...Lan Jieyu, you
It’s really a disaster in my life!”
After the elegant and immortal Crown Prince finished speaking, he couldn't bear it anymore. He took her hand, raised her defenseless chin, and kissed her hard.
Jieyu's mind is now blank, and his mind is flying, flying to the sky.
Her stupidity made Mo Yanche dissatisfied. He bit her lips in a punishing manner. The moment she opened her lips and exclaimed, he domineeringly sneaked in.
His tongue chased her flexibly, sweeping across her lips, absorbing her sweetness without any scruples.
As the kiss deepened, he slowly moved his fingers to wrap around her slender waist, holding her whole body in his arms, not allowing her to stray too far away from him.
Closer.
Closer.
He hoped to catch her, catch this dead woman who kept saying she only wanted the country.
Five years.
He had waited for her for a full five years before he got here today.
This damn woman...how could she know his mood?
The kiss gradually stopped.
Lan Jieyu trembled her fingers, her voice was hoarse, "You...how did you..."
"This is the surprise I want to give you." He looked at her rare silly look, felt very good, and hugged her hard.
"Surprised... happy..." Lan Jieyu pursed her lips. She couldn't believe that she had just been so frivolous by him. Even the tip of his tongue... Oh! Who on earth said that they were in perfect harmony with each other and even stuck their tongue in? This is...
It’s so... so overwhelming!
"I didn't want to do it so soon...but you are really not good..." He kissed her earlobe, moved downwards, and bit her neck gently.
Lan Jieyu, who had always been so tough that everyone thought she would have countless "harems", actually rarely had a man pull her tender little hands, was unable to withstand his sexual methods, and her body was so soft that she could hardly stand.
.
"Do you know what you need most as an emperor?" Mo Yanche nibbled out a row of bruises on her fair neck. He moved upwards with satisfaction, pecked her pink cheeks, and took a bite from time to time.
.
Lan Jieyu was completely confused by him. If he hadn't been half-hugging her, and if her fingers hadn't been holding on to his clothes, she would have turned into water at this moment and wilted directly on the ground.
When he asked me this question, before I realized what I was doing, I blurted out the answer: "I am less affectionate, less tired, and less wealthy."
"That's right, I'm less affectionate, less tired, and widowed." His lips pressed against Jie Yu's lips again, "So..."
"So what?" Jieyu spoke at the same time, their lips were touching each other, and the voice came directly into his mouth.
"So, don't mess with peach blossoms. Be less affectionate, but be devoted to affection." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince explained the first point. He kissed her heavily on the lips and entangled the tip of her tongue, forcing her to respond.
Fang Ziqi is like this - cut off the rotten peach blossoms.
When the kiss ended, Lan Jie was panting. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince kissed her eyes and continued to explain: "Don't worry too much about others, be less tired, and just keep an eye on the one you love."