"Brother Yan Yin..." I deliberately bit my brother very hard to remind him of the true relationship between the two. We can't have a relationship change from relatives to lovers just because of a drunken affair. This is too fast.
A little more.
"Ruoruo, I told you a long, long time ago that I am not your brother." His big hand reached into the back of her head at some point, his lips pressed down heavily, and his dexterous tongue poked out, resisting her tightness.
With clenched teeth, I finally found the other half I had longed for, a tame twist.
Ruoruo's eyes widened in surprise, why did he really kiss her, and in such an ambiguous way, which made her blush and her heart skip a beat.
Yan Ying looked at her fiercely, his lips and teeth were charming, and there was no pause.
It wasn't until Ruoruo shyly closed her eyes, stopped struggling, and let him do whatever he wanted with her docile demeanor that Yan Ying's bloodthirsty tyranny gradually calmed down.[
Relaxing a little, allowing Ruoruo to take a deep breath, he held her tightly in his arms, allowing the heartless little girl to hear his strong heartbeat.
"Let's go home."
Yan Ying's voice was hoarse. Although he was asking, he could not refuse.
After a while, Ruoruo woke up from her confused emotions, digested the meaning of these words, and naturally thought of the miserable life of fighting for favor in the future, and immediately started struggling restlessly, "I don't want to go back, and neither does the palace."
My family, you are right, Yan Yin has never been my brother, and I don’t have that
I am so lucky to have an emperor as my elder brother. In this case, why do you come to me? Anyway, there are so many women in your palace, who are obedient and docile. I wish I could invite you in eight sedans. If you have one more, I won’t be too much. If you have less, I won’t care.
If I don’t come out, you might as well let me go free because of the good friendship we had in the past.”
The roar got louder and louder, and especially when she saw Yan Ying's frowning thick eyebrows, she felt even more resentful.
Who made the relationship between them so complicated, and he still feels aggrieved, which is really annoying.
"If you have anything to say, let's talk about it later." With two fingers, he tore off the ridiculous fake birthmark between her eyebrows and twisted it in his hand. Yan Ying vaguely remembered that this thing seemed to be Yan Chuyao's collection.