The jade brocade belt around his waist was pulled down, and the luxurious and flawless white robe fell off. The finely crafted middle coat and the soft and close-fitting underwear all slid down gracefully one by one as he walked calmly towards the bed.
When Xuanyuan Zhirong sat cross-legged on the couch, he was only wearing a pair of obscene pants.
The cold body approached, and his consciousness was hazy. Mu Jieyu, who was full of heat, automatically moved towards him. His hands climbed up to Xuanyuan Zhirong's neck, and his slender legs rested on Xuanyuan Zhirong's legs, causing them to rub against each other.
He held it in hope of relieving the mental heat. However, the more friction there was, the fire in his heart seemed to be fueled by fuel, burning more and more. Even his mouth became drier and thirstier...
Xuanyuan Zhirong scooped the limp, half-dressed figure into his arms. His hands had just touched the thin belt around her waist, and his blue breath hit her face before he could react.
, a soft lip pressed against his, making his dark eyes as deep as the vast starry sky deepen. His steady breathing also stagnated, and the most terrible thing was that those two flower-like lips with fragrance were still there.
She kept grinding at the corners of his lips. After the little girl tried hard not to pry his mouth open, she started to sob softly. Her charming breathing combined with her pleading coquettishness was enough to kill any man in the world.
He held up the rosy little face with his big palm, lowered his head and opened his mouth to seal the small mouth that was moaning. He opened the slightly opened teeth so arrogantly that he could not resist, and violently wreaked havoc in her mouth like a sweeping army.
, the little man wrapped his arms around his neck with satisfaction, and his enthusiastic response almost made him unable to control himself. Fortunately, he was born with extraordinary perseverance and suppressed the roiling desire.
"No... don't... go..." Feeling Xuanyuan Zhirong's departure, Mu Jieyu slightly opened his eyes filled with lust, and wrapped his hands tightly around Xuanyuan Zhirong, with tearful longing in the corners of his eyes.
"Be good..." Xuanyuan Zhirong's Qingmei voice became even deeper and hoarse. He suppressed his strong lust. He touched her acupoints as fast as lightning with one hand, and picked up the belt with the other hand to cover his eyes.
Then, with an imperceptible trembling, his slender jade-like fingertips opened Mu Jieyu's belt, and quickly took off all her clothes.
His big palms clasped her slender and soft waist, and made her sit in front of him with her back to him. She tried hard to ignore how smooth and attractive the delicate skin under her palms was, and gently pushed her away, between the two of them.
Keep an arm's length distance.
His palms pressed against her smooth, unobstructed back, and the cool inner energy flowed down his arms and into her body.
The acupuncture points were opened by the strong internal force. Mu Jieyu immediately felt that she was in a sea of fire. A soft moan escaped from the corner of her lips. Soon, a stream of cold air flowed into her body like a trickle in the cold winter, and it spread all over her limbs.
As he wandered around, his seven tendons and eight meridians relaxed with this cool air flow, and the unyielding heat in his body began to become less unbearable.
After his desire was suppressed, Mu Jieyu began to gain consciousness. He opened his eyes slightly, and his still somewhat groggy head soon regained clarity, and he understood his current situation in an instant.
"Collect your breath and take a deep breath." Sensing Mu Jieyu's deliberate struggle, Xuanyuan Zhirong said in a deep voice.
A familiar voice came from behind him. The clear and mellow voice seemed to have a magical power, which made Mu Jieyu instinctively close his eyes, sit cross-legged, and concentrate.