"Should I or shouldn't I? Liluo said, if a woman says she doesn't want, she will!" Chu Wuyou looked at Chang Le in a funny way, full of doting.
"Okay, then I say yes, I say yes!"
Chang Le just finished speaking. When she saw the man's calculating and evil eyes, she realized that she had fallen into his scheme.
"This is what you said, Le'er, you want it. You see, your body is very honest. It is catering to me and it also wants me. The body can't lie!"
God knows how much he wants her to be so infatuated. Seeing her pink cheeks and shy look on her face, he really wants to press her under him and do the happiest thing between a man and a woman.
Changle's face was as red as an apple, and he was drunk. His black hair was scattered on the couch, and a lot of it fell to the ground.
She could feel the heat on Chu Wuyou's body, and she didn't understand how he could have so much strength to forcefully kiss her just now when he looked pale as if he was about to be sick just now.
"You are not allowed to say those embarrassing words, you are disgusting!" Changle was already shy, because she couldn't stand his bright eyes that could speak. His eyes were smiling and staring at her as warm as jade, as if
It was like magic, attracting her, very beautiful, extremely beautiful.
Hey, he is such a stunningly handsome man. If such appearance were placed in modern times, he would be cleaner and purer than those celebrities. He is dressed in white and has the aura of an immortal, without lacking the domineering power of a man. He would probably cause many girls to scream.
I heard that in Cangqi in the past, there were girls who would not think about food and tea for the prince, and finally died in depression, just because they accidentally met the prince on the official road.
His beauty is really a killer weapon for women.
Who allows her to be regarded as a beauty control?
"If you say you hate it, you don't hate it. Since you don't hate it, let's do what we did in the ice cave last time, okay?"
As soon as Chu Wuyou's magnetic voice came out in an evil tone, Changle quickly covered his ears. She grabbed his arm and said to him seriously: "You still have time to do those things? Look at your face.
You're pale, you must be sick. Hey, why is your pulse so strange? It's disorganized, and it's so slippery that you can't feel it accurately at all."
After Chang Le finished speaking, she continued to feel for his pulse. The more she felt, the more she discovered that Chu Wuyou's pulse was running, and he didn't feel it at all, as if it was spiritual.
"The pulse is so slippery, just like when a woman is pregnant. Chu Wuyou, are you pregnant?" Isn't his pulse slippery? Changle stared at him with bright eyes.
"You're just pregnant!" Chu Wuyou stretched out his finger and tapped Changle's forehead lightly, "You forgot what you promised just now so quickly?"
"What did I promise?" Changle pretended to snore to Chu Wuyou, pretending not to remember what he just said.
Chu Wuyou hugged her tightly, just barely rubbing her into his body, and kissed her hard on the mouth, and then said in an extremely domineering manner: "You just said, I will help you
When you regain your original form, you just sleep with me. Why, do you want to go back on your word?"
When Chang Le heard this, she realized that the master was still thinking about the conditions just now. She coughed slightly, her eyes twitched, and she tried to think of a way to escape from here.
But Chu Wuyou had already understood her thoughts, and he hugged Chang Le and rolled him on the soft brocade bed made of yellow rosewood, while he rested his head on his right elbow and stared at Chang Le with a smile in his phoenix eyes.
"I don't care. You must do what you promised. Now you have to practice how to wait for me to sleep. Once you have practiced well, you can officially fulfill the conditions."