414. Chapter 414 Fei Siliang: Give You a Smile [3]
Mu Jieyu was really tired. After lazily bathing and washing himself, he fell into a dream almost as soon as he got on the bed. As for what Hua Xiangrong and Dongfang Ling said, they didn't bother Mu Jieyu at all.
No one would believe the words that caused ripples in her heart, but as Mu Jieyu herself said, before everything was acknowledged by Xuanyuan Zhirong, she had to give him a chance to explain. In this case, Mu Jieyu
I was too lazy to think too much and fell into a deep dream.
I don't know how long it took, but the sensitive Mu Jieyu suddenly felt someone approaching. He suddenly opened his eyes and faced that familiar graceful and gorgeous face in the darkness. Although the room was dark, there was only one person standing beside the screen.
The small window of the door was slightly open, letting in a little moonlight, but Mu Jieyu could still clearly see the man occupying half of her bed.
But Mu Jieyu only glanced at him lightly, then moved his body generously inward, pulled up the brocade quilt, closed his eyes again, and prepared to sleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, a dark shadow suddenly pressed down on him, and then the unique cold fragrance of Xuanyuan Zhirong rushed towards Mu Jieyu overwhelmingly.
Before she could react, her lips were covered by two ice-cold lips. First they were gently rolling and probing, then they were sucking slightly hungrily, and then they were domineeringly prying Mu Jieyu's pussy open.
His teeth and warm tongue slid into her sandalwood mouth, sweeping through thousands of armies and conquering the city.
Mu Jieyu did not resist or respond. He meekly allowed the man above him to do whatever he wanted. When the man left happily, Mu Jieyu felt a slight tingling on his lips, and even his tongue was numb and sore.
Xuanyuan Zhirong's breathing was a little rapid, and he stretched out his iron arms from the quilt to wrap around Mu Jieyu's soft waist, hugging her tightly into his arms. After a while, Qingmei's voice was low and hoarse and asked
: "Min'er, don't you have anything to ask me?"
In the darkness, Mu Jieyu's eyes moved under his closed eyelids, but he did not speak.
Mu Jieyu's reaction made Xuanyuan Zhirong have mixed feelings. As soon as he came back, he heard some rumors, so he assigned his eleventh brother to find Dongfang Ling to inquire about the situation. His heart suddenly panicked, wondering what Xuanyuan Zhirong was doing.
He was so worried and scared that he broke into her boudoir regardless of the rules and waited for the little woman to question. However, the little woman slept soundly. When she finally woke up, she seemed to miss her dreams very much, even to him.
It was a frivolous act, and she just let it go, as if the whole world was not as big as her sleeping.
Although his heart felt warm and full after hearing the little woman's heroic words before, he really saw the little woman's indifferent look. Even though His Highness King Rong tried his best to comfort himself, it was because of the little girl in his arms.
The woman trusted him, but he still wanted to see the little woman being jealous for him...
"Min'er, do you really have such confidence in me, or do you not care at all?" His Highness Prince Rong, who had been holding back for a long time, finally felt that the breathing of the person in his arms was almost even, and there were signs of falling asleep.
, couldn't help but asked this very poor question.
His response was still quiet, and the person in his arms didn't even move. If he hadn't known that she was still awake, he would have thought that she had fallen asleep.
So His Highness Prince Rong sighed sadly, unwilling to give up: "Even if you believe me, you shouldn't be angry at all..."
"Bang!"
Before the wise and wise His Highness Prince Rong finished lamenting, he was kicked out of the bed by the man in his arms who couldn't bear it anymore.
"Now do you know whether I am angry or not?" The woman on the bed suddenly sat up and stared at a certain prince who was sitting under the bed in shock due to the sudden turn of events. After saying a cold word, she pulled the quilt and fell down.
Sleep again.
Mu Jieyu was really tired. After lazily bathing and washing himself, he fell into a dream almost as soon as he got on the bed. As for what Hua Xiangrong and Dongfang Ling said, they didn't bother Mu Jieyu at all.
No one would believe the words that caused ripples in her heart, but as Mu Jieyu herself said, before everything was acknowledged by Xuanyuan Zhirong, she had to give him a chance to explain. In this case, Mu Jieyu
I was too lazy to think too much and fell into a deep dream.
I don't know how long it took, but the sensitive Mu Jieyu suddenly felt someone approaching. He suddenly opened his eyes and faced that familiar graceful and gorgeous face in the darkness. Although the room was dark, there was only one person standing beside the screen.
The small window of the door was slightly open, letting in a little moonlight, but Mu Jieyu could still clearly see the man occupying half of her bed.
But Mu Jieyu only glanced at him lightly, then moved his body generously inward, pulled up the brocade quilt, closed his eyes again, and prepared to sleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, a dark shadow suddenly pressed down on him, and then the unique cold fragrance of Xuanyuan Zhirong rushed towards Mu Jieyu overwhelmingly.
Before she could react, her lips were covered by two ice-cold lips. First they were gently rolling and probing, then they were sucking slightly hungrily, and then they were domineeringly prying Mu Jieyu's pussy open.
His teeth and warm tongue slid into her sandalwood mouth, sweeping through thousands of armies and conquering the city.
Mu Jieyu did not resist or respond. He meekly allowed the man above him to do whatever he wanted. When the man left happily, Mu Jieyu felt a slight tingling on his lips, and even his tongue was numb and sore.
Xuanyuan Zhirong's breathing was a little rapid, and he stretched out his iron arms from the quilt to wrap around Mu Jieyu's soft waist, hugging her tightly into his arms. After a while, Qingmei's voice was low and hoarse and asked
: "Min'er, don't you have anything to ask me?"
In the darkness, Mu Jieyu's eyes moved under his closed eyelids, but he did not speak.
Mu Jieyu's reaction made Xuanyuan Zhirong have mixed feelings. As soon as he came back, he heard some rumors, so he assigned his eleventh brother to find Dongfang Ling to inquire about the situation. His heart suddenly panicked, wondering what Xuanyuan Zhirong was doing.
He was so worried and scared that he broke into her boudoir regardless of the rules and waited for the little woman to question. However, the little woman slept soundly. When she finally woke up, she seemed to miss her dreams very much, even to him.
It was a frivolous act, and she just let it go, as if the whole world was not as big as her sleeping.
Although his heart felt warm and full after hearing the little woman's heroic words before, he really saw the little woman's indifferent look. Even though His Highness King Rong tried his best to comfort himself, it was because of the little girl in his arms.
The woman trusted him, but he still wanted to see the little woman being jealous for him...
"Min'er, do you really have such confidence in me, or do you not care at all?" His Highness Prince Rong, who had been holding back for a long time, finally felt that the breathing of the person in his arms was almost even, and there were signs of falling asleep.
, couldn't help but asked this very poor question.
His response was still quiet, and the person in his arms didn't even move. If he hadn't known that she was still awake, he would have thought that she had fallen asleep.
So His Highness Prince Rong sighed sadly, unwilling to give up: "Even if you believe me, you shouldn't be angry at all..."
"Bang!"
Before the wise and wise His Highness Prince Rong finished lamenting, he was kicked out of the bed by the man in his arms who couldn't bear it anymore.
"Now do you know whether I am angry or not?" The woman on the bed suddenly sat up and stared at a certain prince who was sitting under the bed in shock due to the sudden turn of events. After saying a cold word, she pulled the quilt and fell down.