For example, if you can, at least you should slap the table arrogantly while throwing yourself at Yuan Hongxi and kissing her wildly!
At this time, a pair of warm hands held her hand, and Muyin felt Yuan Hongxi wrap her hand around his waist. Well... Anyway, Yuan Hongxi has a good figure, even wearing clothes.
You can feel the lines inside.
Why is it getting more and more weird? Is this really okay?
The chest was getting hotter and hotter, and Muyin was out of breath. After pushing, Yuan Hongxi seemed to have no reaction. After thinking about it... Muyin simply moved towards Yuan Hongxi's creaking nest.
Oh my god! Yuan Hongxi is not ticklish!
Muyin felt a little guilty after scratching him a few times but not seeing any reaction. There were a lot of slaves coming and going. If she and Yuan Hongxi were seen like this...
Damn it! Where to put her old face!
The kiss was weak, and Muyin felt that his lips were getting softer and sweeter. Ah, no, no, no! She was cruel and finally pushed Yuan Hongxi away.
Wiping his mouth, Muyin looked at him with a blushing face: "You, you, you!"
"How is this king?" He looked not far away and saw that Yuan Hongchou's figure had disappeared. Only then did he become satisfied and took Muyin's hand, "Okay, let's go for a walk with this king."
"..." She was speechless for a moment, and Muyin could only be dragged away by Yuan Hongxi. But it was quite strange, Yuan Hongxi's hands were very soft, and seemed to be more delicate than women's.
When I think of Jiang Songyu, she is so rough, with countless blood blisters and calluses on her hands. I have never had such a pair of good hands.
What's even weirder is... Muyin keeps holding on and doesn't want to let go. Hmm... maybe it's brotherly love?
Or...she fell in love with Yuan Hongxi?!!!
As soon as the idea came up, Muyin quickly gave up the idea. No, it can't be... How could it be Yuan Hongxi? Before, it was always... Yi Xiangming's, okay?!
After walking for a while, Yuan Hongxi stood by the bridge railing and leaned against the carved railing. Her tall figure made it impossible to take her eyes away, just like an infinitely beautiful landscape painting.
His jet-black strands of hair were slightly raised in the breeze, and some of them brushed against his slightly raised thin lips. His casual and lazy posture showed a kind of natural elegance.
There was a slight smile on the corner of the mouth, and the beautiful dark ink-colored eyes looked straight at Muyin with an incomparable captivating look.
Muyin covered her eyes and turned away. Emma couldn't look at it. Why is Yuan Hongxi getting more and more beautiful no matter how she looks at her?
A gust of wind blew, and Muyin leaned against the railing and looked at the lazy goldfish below: "They are all lazy."
"In a few days, it will be Yuan Ye's autumn hunt." Yuan Hongxi opened her thin lips lightly, her eyes never leaving Muyin for a moment.
"Autumn hunting?" Hearing this, Muyin's eyes lit up, "Wouldn't it be possible to go for a horse walk openly?"
Nodding, Yuan Hongxi knocked on Muyin's forehead: "Have you forgotten what happened last time we went hunting?"
I remember. How could I not remember? It was because of that incident that Shen Ning's IQ reached the point where she could only feed herself with milk! Mu Yin lowered her head sickly: "You mean you're not going?"
"No. Just hearing about hunting reminded me of that incident... By the way, the one with damaged vocal cords will soon be cured by Liu Mo."
"If I know who the murderer is, I will copy his ancestors for eighteen generations!" Muyin cursed.
