Cheyue suddenly felt her blood surge, and slowly leaned down, seduced even more by the sweet smell of wine emanating from the princess.
He knows what he's doing.
"I'm sorry...Princess...Cheyue does have difficulties, but Cheyue also treats the princess with sincerity..." He said in a low voice, his lips fell on Ting Qingyu's face, and he kissed her gently, she was like
Like a fragile glass doll, he didn't dare to act rudely, and of course he was afraid of waking up the princess.
Hold her hands with both hands, spread them out, and clasp their fingers together.
A kiss, gentle and affectionate.[
"Princess... Che Yue... Although Che Yue is sorry for you... but she really wants to..." Che Yue kissed those two delicate lips softly, the desire in her heart getting stronger and stronger.
"Cheyue really sincerely wants... to want the princess..."
His voice was low and gentle, with a kind of pain that couldn't be concealed. He couldn't bear to treat the princess like this, but he had no choice but to do so.
Cheyue was confused and couldn't control herself for the first time. He was also panicking and wanted to stop, but...
But Cheyue, for the first time, he couldn't control himself. He just wanted this princess who always had a bright smile, wanted everything about her to wrap around her tightly and never let her take a single step away from him.
Breathing raggedly, her fingers untied her robe lightly. Ting Qingyu didn't know what happened at all. She was still sleeping soundly. The colorless bead on her left hand suddenly became hot. She was in a deep sleep, thinking about it.
He opened his eyes vaguely, feeling drunk, and his eyelids drooped again.
There were only obscene clothes and pants left inside. Cheyue was upset but couldn't stop her movements.
Suddenly, a burst of fire erupted from the princess's left hand. Cheyue was startled and immediately felt a surge of coldness coming towards him. Cheyue was even more shocked. What on earth was there in the princess's left hand that actually made him feel it?
A powerful being?
The air-conditioning gradually disappeared as Ting Qingyu fell asleep.
Che Yue panted slightly, looking at Ting Qingyu who had a red face, and remembered the loving look she looked at Yue Cang, the smiling expression on Chuo Luo, and the naughty look on Xiao Wen's eyes.