Facing Long Ming's question, Murong Feixue was slightly startled. There was a voice in his heart that was clearly shouting that it was not the case. But when the words came to his lips, they turned into the opposite meaning: "That's right."
Hearing Murong Feixue's words, Long Ming was suddenly startled. It was completely unexpected. When he found out that Murong Feixue had no intention of changing his words, his face became even more terrifyingly gloomy, as if there was a rain about to pour down on his head. His whole body
There were bursts of cold aura emanating from above and below.
"Say it again!" Long Ming's low and hoarse voice, like sandpaper on the ground, spoke slowly and seemed to have a strong threatening tone.
That momentum really frightened Murong Feixue. However, she, Murong Feixue, was a nine-tailed demon. When had she ever been afraid of His Highness the Dragon Prince? When her consciousness became angry, Murong Feixue shouted even more confidently.
: "That's right! I just don't want to be with you, not at all, not even half a bit!"
That confident voice even breathed directly into Long Ming's face. This was the first time he saw someone dare to talk to him like this. In an instant, his blood surged, and the passion in his blood accelerated. The raging anger
Burning with strong lust, the next moment, Murong Feixue originally thought she was going to have a fight with Long Ming, but she didn't expect that Long Ming would directly pull her into his arms.
"You don't want to be with me. I want you not to get what you want!" After Long Ming said angrily, he lowered his head and kissed Murong Feixue's lips.
He swallowed all the words of Murong Feixue who were about to yell. It was different from the gentle tossing and grinding before. The wolf kiss at this moment was like a game. One wanted to escape and the other wanted to plunder.
During the dispute, Murong Feixue tasted the sweetness in Long Ming's mouth. In an instant, she realized that in order not to hurt herself, Long Ming had gone to the point of biting his tongue to remind him of himself! And she kept forcing him,
I don't have any trust in him at all. Anyone would definitely have resentment and dissatisfaction.
For some reason, after Murong Feixue tasted the blood on the tip of Long Ming's tongue, the unspeakable itching in her body gradually subsided. It was as if Long Ming's blood was the cool lake water, which moisturized her dry lips and tongue and relieved it.
He was thirsty from the bottom of his heart. Without paying attention, Murong Feixue even took the initiative to hold the tip of Long Ming's tongue in an attempt to absorb more of the sweetness...
Being gently wrapped by Murong Feixue's uvula, Long Ming's body suddenly froze for a moment. Suddenly, he was stunned. Murong Feixue in his eyes seemed to have been addicted to his offensive, and his whole body was as soft as
It's like a willow branch. You can control it with your own arms.
Suddenly, Long Ming remembered that everyone was obsessed with fans. If he couldn't control it at this moment, then if he did something out of bounds, Feixue would definitely never forgive himself in this life. Thinking of this
, Long Ming almost used up all his willpower to push Murong Feixue away with difficulty.
"Feixue, wake up!" Long Ming roared, panting rapidly.
The pain of speaking made him regain some sense. However, the overbearing fan made him feel that his swelling blood was almost exploding his body. If he endured it for a moment longer, he would have to endure even more pain.
A bit of swelling and pain...
Murong Feixue opened her eyes faintly, and then realized what a bold move she had made. She even responded to Long Ming's kiss!
