Qu Luo curled her thin lips evilly, and her teeth were so bright and white that it was difficult to ignore. He directly pressed her finger on his forehead and smiled beautifully: "Well... the temperature is just right, where are you going?
There is another patient here."
The devil girl always feels that this kind of posture is too intimate.
However, his thick eyebrows were furrowed and he looked very painful.
She has never been able to do anything to him.
This person has been like this since he was a child.
A small face was posed there.
If she takes a step, he will follow.
He seemed to be angry, but he would stick to it the next second, shaking his little robe in her room. After shaking it a few times, he came over, hugged her waist, rubbed his big eyes, and
The deputy lectured her in a tone of voice: "You went to Nangongyuan again, didn't you? You didn't come back even late at night. Didn't you know there was someone waiting for you at home? You promised me that you would practice archery with me, but in the end, hum..."
At that time, every time she saw a small child saying this in front of her, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
I didn't expect that I would still look like this when I grow up.
The demon girl was helpless, the corners of her mouth curved in an arc, and with his strength, she pressed his temples for him.
Qu Luo just sat on the sandalwood chair, and she stood in front of him, gently pressing his head with her white fingers.
Time passed little by little, and the night gradually became darker. The summer insects chirped softly, and the two figures gradually began to overlap. Even the wind was gentle, with the unique heat of summer, blowing the entangled flowers.
Long dark hair, full of ambiguity and warmth.
The wind felt very comfortable on her body, and when the demon girl raised her eyes, she could just see the cool moon outside the window and the stars in the sky.
The black hair under her palm was very soft, but she couldn't tell what was strange about it. When she came back to her senses, she realized that his hand had been wrapped around her waist, and his forehead was resting on her body, as if he was asleep.
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The demon girl looked at Qu Luo, who had thick eyebrows and slightly furrowed eyebrows. This man had a perfect face, perfect height, and even a perfect life experience and smile.
Elegant, noble, and good at sociability, he is the husband candidate in the eyes of most girls...
During the time she returned to the capital, she had heard a lot of rumors about him.
He likes the kind of women who are not easy to pursue.
I don’t know if it’s because of the desire to win that I’ve had since childhood.
It seems to have some feeling of playing the human world...
"Ah!" A sudden exclamation came from the door.
The demon girl paused with her finger on her forehead, then slowly raised her eyes and said in a light voice, "Is something wrong?"
"No, no..." Yan'er held a folded paper fan in her hand, looked at the intimate posture of the two people, and walked over: "I'm afraid that Mr. Luo will get hot. Miss, I'd better give it to Luo."
Press it less, you can also wash it, it’s not good to wear a dirty skirt all the time.”
The demon girl looked at her with slightly dark eyes.
At that moment, Yan'er almost thought that all her little thoughts had been seen through. The feeling was very bad. It seemed that in front of this person, she would always be a humble maid, and she would never be able to stand out.
But the other party just smiled softly: "No need to press it, he is asleep, and he is probably going to sleep here. Call the little Lizi who is following him in, and wait for him to rest first, and we will go to another room."
"Yes." Yan'er didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly went to make arrangements.
Unexpectedly, just as the Demon Lady wanted to take off the hands on her waist, their owner woke up, with a pair of eyes that could not see to the bottom, as deep as the thick night outside the window.
Qu Luo's expression was a little sleepy. He was dreaming again, dreaming of the back figure who was drawing a bow and shooting arrows many years ago, and then...she was pressed against him, with a painful expression but with a fascinating flame...
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The person in front of him no longer had the youthful aura of the past, and his eyes had also lost the luster that made him want to have her when he saw her.
Now she looks lazy and always gives people a tired feeling, as if she doesn't care about anyone, and is very gentle.
She seems to have become the kind of woman who can be picked up in large numbers just by picking her up on the street...
The demon girl gradually became confused when he looked at her, but she did not avoid his gaze. There was a faint arc at the corner of her mouth: "What are you looking at?"
Qu Luo suddenly laughed evilly, stretched out his hand to hold her wrist, and immediately pressed her on the wooden table. He put his arms on both sides of her and lowered his head slightly, forming an ambiguous posture.
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The demon girl took a breath and narrowed her eyes slightly.
The smell of wine and softness came from the thin lips.
Her pupils suddenly widened, and they were as silent as the night, and extremely empty: "Little Douding, you drank too much."
Qu Luo's back stiffened, he laughed evilly, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, I just want to tell you in this way that I have grown up..."
"You have indeed grown up." The demon girl touched his head, but her black hair was still stiff: "We haven't seen you for four years, and you are still a stranger. I will not be able to control you in the future."
Qu Luo smiled: "So, what are you going to do? I have this kind of thought for you, what are you going to do? Let me go again? The last time you let me go for Nangong Rongguang, it will be the same this time, right?
, Anyway, I am nothing in your eyes!"
The demon girl was stunned. She looked at the corners of his red eyes, as if something was suppressed in them, and her beautiful lips had been pursed into a straight line, as if she had been greatly wronged.
The demon girl didn't expect him to have such an expression. She could only look at his red eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment: "When will I drive you away for him?"
"When I was ten years old, he came to stay at Mo's house for a while. You asked me to pack my things and leave Mo's house." Qu Luo had a handsome face.
The Demon Girl thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case. However, she was not driving him away for anyone. It was just that she was already thirteen years old at that time and would be the age to get married in two years. He was also a boy.
It doesn't matter if they sleep together, but it will be different when they grow up. Girls have always matured earlier than boys, not to mention that she is three years older than him, so of course she will have more things to think about. What's wrong with letting him pack his things?
"It seems you have remembered." Qu Luo's hand touched the devil's cheek, his fingertips touched her lips, and he smiled evilly, with natural seduction: "But those are not important, the important thing is me
I really want to get you."
The Demon Lady held her head high and had a pure face. She blocked his index finger with her fingers and smiled lightly: "Little Douding, there are many rich ladies who are younger and more beautiful than me."
Hearing this, Qu Luo's eyes turned cold, and he slowly lowered his body, and the hot smell of wine slowly blew into her ears...