Zi Yingyue teased the young man in her arms with one hand. She squinted at Wuchen who was in pain on the bed. A dark look flashed in her eyes. She reached out and pinched the young man's sensitive area. The young man hummed very artificially.
One sound.
Looking at Wuchen who was obviously affected on the bed, he snorted coldly, "How about it, do you want me? Do you want me to want you?"
Hearing this, Wuchen bit his lower lip tightly, refusing to open his mouth until his lips were bloody and bloody, because he knew that as long as he opened his mouth to speak, he would only moan and groan. He didn't want this woman to see his secret.
She doesn't deserve that.
Seeing that Wuchen was silent, a thin layer of anger appeared on Zi Yingyue's face. She pushed the young man away, grabbed Wuchen's collar and lifted him up. She pinched Wuchen's slightly trembling jaw and said calmly.
He said in a voice: "Nangong Chen, please beg me, please beg me to want you."
Wuchen's face was crimson, which made his already handsome face look more charming and charming. Such an appearance made Zi Yingyue's body burn with desire. She released Wuchen's jaw and followed it with one hand.
He rubbed his face, "Why, why do you want to leave me when I love you so much? Do you know how much I hated you when I found out that you were taken back by the Eighth Emperor Sister?" After saying this, Zi Zi
Yingyue's voice suddenly became louder, and her nails left a trail of blood on Wuchen's face, "Being favored by me is a blessing you have cultivated for several lifetimes, but you don't know how to cherish it, and you turned around and threw yourself into the arms of that idiot Zi Yingluo.
Nangong Chen, are you stupid?"
Facing Zi Yingyue's hysteria, Wuchen snorted disdainfully and said with difficulty, "Zi Yingyue, the thing I regret most is saving you." If he had known that the compassion he felt that day would bring to him.
Such a misfortune, such humiliation, then even if he died, he would not save this woman.
Hearing this, Zi Yingyue's eyes became sharp, she tore Wuchen's clothes violently, and then stepped forward. Resisting the urge to vomit, Wuchen concentrated his palm and struck Zi Yingyue's chest, and then hurriedly
He pulled up his clothes and ran out stumblingly.
"hiss--"
The guards at the door couldn't help but take a breath as they looked at Wuchen, their eyes gleaming with wolfish light. They had never seen such an attractive man, half-dressed, with honey-colored skin showing a gleaming red light, alluring.
Collect.
Wuchen tightened his clothes in embarrassment, his handsome face was filled with ice. He looked at the woman who was approaching him and shouted, "If you don't want to die...just get out of here." Yu Yu said the reason for the love medicine.
His words were intermittent and very unconvincing.
The guards laughed disdainfully when they heard this, "We just want to see how you make us want to die." Then there was another burst of laughter. Wuchen took a mouthful, really, there is exactly what kind of master there is.
minion.
"Come on, beauty." Wuchen dodged away from the woman's wolf hug. His eyes were full of anger, and he glared at the woman fiercely. If it weren't for the charm drug in his body, he would have just followed these little characters.
You can finish them off with just your fingers. Facing Wuchen's dark eyes, the woman was startled, and then she felt relieved. No matter how strong he was, he was just a man, and he could still turn the world upside down.