The demon girl flicked the cigarette with her slender fingers before raising her head: "How many times is enough?"
"What?" Qu Luo suspected that he heard wrongly.
The demon girl didn't hesitate, she stretched out her hand and hugged his neck, her thin lips slightly curved: "I ask, how many times is enough?"
"Ha." Qu Luo laughed very slowly: "So proactive?"
The demon girl hummed and then said: "I'll play with you."
"Looking at Sister Mo being so proactive, it kind of affected my mood." Qu Luo raised the corners of his beautiful lips, and coldness and evil overflowed from his black eyes.
The demon girl's heart ached for a moment, but it was just for a moment. Soon she started laughing again: "Then do you want to do it or not?"
"What do you think?" Qu Luo hugged her and pushed her up, but instead of kissing her, he directly took the coat from behind her, put it on her body, and walked out without looking back.
The long sleeves were waved, bringing out a cold wind.
The sky outside is not yet completely bright, and there is a vast white mist. The winter in the north seems to have passed very long.
The messy bed became a little cold without one person's body temperature.
The demon girl lay on it and rolled herself into the thick quilt. Her waist was a little sore, but not very painful.
Sure enough, as long as it was proactive, he wouldn't ask for it.
Being rejected doesn't feel good.
It was expected, but I still felt a little embarrassed.
The demon girl smiled and slowly closed her eyes. She should take a nap to wake herself up...
However, the witch did not sleep for long.
The door was pushed open.
It's Qu Luo.
I don't know what he did when he came back.
The demon girl forced her eyelids to look at him, lazily.
There was a cold smile on that handsome face, and there was still snow on his shoulders. He sat next to her, and his big, calloused palms reached into the quilt from the edge...
The demon girl couldn't help but blush, and she wanted to get away, but he held her wrist down.
He didn't say anything, just looked at her with his narrow eyes, until her whole body was hot from rubbing, then he suddenly picked her up, breathed heavily and bit her ear, as if with a belt
Hateful: "Since you like this kind of gameplay, then let me do it until you are satisfied..."
Next, there was another period of darkness, and the demon girl was forced to make a sound by the softness.
He seemed to like hearing her voice very much, and even kissed her with more force than usual. When the heat hit her, his cerebral cortex was left with only a blank space.
He hugged her, and his low voice was sexy and hoarse: "Do you want me to stop, or continue, eh?"
The demon girl didn't speak. She was speechless. Her body seemed to have been subdued. Her stretched neck had a fragile sexiness. Her eyes were blurred, and she didn't know why the other party stopped.
Qu Luo looked at her, his thin red lips that were kissed had a faint luster, and even his indifferent eyes brought out a charming light that he had never seen before.
Qu Luo felt his breath blazing, and he was almost confused by the look in her eyes. He couldn't bear it any longer, leaned over and bit her neck fiercely!
The kiss was like a burning fire, as hot as a bite.
The demon girl's face was red, and the fingers holding her clothes lost all their strength and could only swing back and forth in response to his movements...
By the time everything stopped, it was already after lunch.
Lao Zhao walked out of the room next door, laughing and patting Qu Luo on the shoulder, with an ambiguous look on his face.
He didn't know where Qu Luo slept last night. During the dinner, he was still teasing him and another girl.
The Demon Girl came a little late, and she didn't appear until Lao Zhao had his second glass of wine. She had makeup on her face and still looked lazy and beautiful, like a queen.
"I came late, so I'll punish myself with a glass of wine." She smiled lightly and took out a glass of wine with a flick of her sleeves. Her eyes were bright and her etiquette was thoughtful.
Qu Luo sat next to her, twirling the small white porcelain cup with his fingers, half-smiling.
The two of them didn't speak, as if they had already discussed it. They kept silent about everything last night, and even had a somewhat alienated look on their faces.
Everyone thought that Qu Luo didn't like women like Mo Niang, and even if they were old acquaintances, they wouldn't have a deep friendship.
For this reason, Lao Zhao felt very regretful. Since his two best friends had some magnetic differences, it was a pity no matter how you thought about it.
However, he didn't know that on the wooden table, Qu Luo's left hand clasped the Demon Niang's right hand and used a slight force.
The demon girl turned her head and glanced at Qu Luo, but did not push him away.
Just like that, from that day on, the relationship between the two people changed.
During the day, they were just old acquaintances.
And at night, they would fight almost all night long.
However, the longer you are entangled, the colder and colder your heart will become...
He didn't care how absurd such a relationship was, he followed his body's instinct to hug and kiss, and no one said anything like: "I like you."
It's like a delicate game that goes on without a future and could be destroyed at any time...
It was another lingering affair that lasted until dawn. When the demon girl opened her eyes, she was still the only one in the room. The quilt she was stuck in was cold. When she stretched out her hand, she quickly retracted it because of the cold.
After catching up on her sleep for a while, the Demon Lady rubbed her sore waist and called the maid who was waiting for her to leave the building.
She must select the raw materials for Ye Die's special fruit wine. No matter how lazy she is, she must do her job well.
The streets are bustling with people coming and going. The Chinese New Year is coming in a few days. Young and old men are all shopping for new year's goods. There are countless lanterns and couplets. The cholera in the past few days does not seem to have caused much harm to people.
The new emperor managed the capital very well, and everything was prosperous and lively.
The demon girl stood next to the fruit stall, lowering her eyes to select the red apples, took one and put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it...
"Girl..." A familiar voice sounded from behind, full of fatigue and hoarseness.
It was Nangong Rongguang. He was wearing a well-made robe, with snow-white fox fur hanging on his shoulders. He had clear eyebrows and a handsome and cold arrogance that had been formed over the years.
The demon girl turned back and looked at the cold figure, smiling as if she were meeting an old friend: "Well, it's me, are you here to buy fruit too?"
Nangong Rongguang looked at her without moving.
The devil girl smiled, put the apples into the bag, and continued to pick pears.
Nangong Rongguang had been standing behind her. Someone came over, carrying a basket and waiting for him to make way... He didn't seem to realize that he was standing there, his face was pale, and he was very dangerous.
There was a carriage running towards me in the distance, and the devil girl quickly pulled him away.
He finally returned to normal, and his voice sounded a little trembling: "It's been so long...where have you been?"