The sun shone through the Korean paper and illuminated the flower hall brightly. Her figure looked light and elegant, and her waistline was exquisite and soft. Yun Zheng's eyes unconsciously fell on the place where the bulge was really stretched.
All of a sudden, a fire shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"...However, on the day of the royal banquet, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat anything I want, and I will come back hungry..." Lin Qingran said with a smile, and when Yun Zheng didn't respond for a long time, he looked up.
, Yun Zheng's face turned red and his eyes were staring straight at his...
She lowered her head and followed Yun Zheng's line of sight, her face immediately turned red, she reached out and pinched his waist, and shouted: "What are you looking at?"
In front of the door, Zhiqin put down his hand on the door again, curved his lips, laughed silently, and calmly returned to his original position again.
Lian Xin and Lian Yue, who were not far away, had softened their eyes on their indifferent faces.
A gust of north wind blew outside, making the window lattice pop. The endless chill rose, but the interior was filled with warmth. The air was filled with a strong smell, like the aroma of candy, making people feel sweet from the bottom of their hearts to the tip of their tongues.
The two of them were sitting among the leftovers of a table, Lin Qingran's low voice could be heard among them, and Yun Zheng, who had recovered from the beauty, was quietly enjoying this warm feeling that he had never experienced before.
, feeling comfortable and soft all over, thinking, how great it would be if time could stay at this moment.
Such a time was so wonderful that Yun Zheng couldn't help but reach out and touch Lin Qingran's hair that was scattered on her shoulders. Ruyu's cold fingers accidentally touched her skin.
Lin Qingran was shocked and glared at him: "Just hug me, don't move your hands or feet!"
Yun Zheng actually grinned, and quickly took a strand of Lin Qingran's hair, turning his fingers, and the hair was tightly wrapped around his fingers.
Yun Zheng actually pulls the girl's braids like a naughty young boy.
this……
So strange!
Lin Qingran said "ah" and opened her mouth wide enough to swallow two eggs, but she couldn't close it for a while.
Yun Zheng seemed to be obsessed with Lin Qingran's hair. He played with the hair wrapped around his fingers, then brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "What do you use to wash your hair? How does it smell?"
Smells so good?"
Lin Qingran was shocked and speechless: Why did this person suddenly become so stupid? What should he use to wash his hair? What else can he use besides bath beans?
Meeting Yun Zheng's eyes, which were as burning as obsidian, a hot breath began to fill the air.
Lin Qingran's face turned red again, and she stretched out her hand to grab the hair in Yun Zheng's hand. Seeing that he was avoiding him, she couldn't help but cry out with a straight face: "Yun Zheng!"
As soon as the voice came out, she began to regret it. Her voice was as sweet as if it was dripping with honey. It was not solemn at all, but seemed to be coquettish.
Sure enough, Yun Zheng's eyes were deep and deep, like a wolf with green light. The next second, her lips were blocked by his soft lips, and the man shouted in a low voice: "Xiaoran... Xiaoran...
Dye..." It seems like thousands of years of waiting and hard-seeking expectations.
Like the hoarse sound of a cello, it is full of male body odor. Compared with the kiss before the meal, this kiss is full of aggression...
Lin Qingran couldn't help but tremble for a long time. She felt weak and weak. She shouted in anger and shame: "Yun Zheng!"
In the small flower hall, two figures overlapped each other. The woman's moans and the man's gasp made the loyal girls guarding the door blush more and more. They glanced at each other and then retreated away without leaving a trace.