Feng Jiuer was stunned for a moment, then remembered that she was still holding the Nine Emperors Uncle's waist.
Jiuhuangshu's waist is really comfortable to hold, and it seems like he is reluctant to let go.
However, she is a reserved lady. She hugged her accidentally just now. Now, she cannot continue to act recklessly.
Be reserved, be reserved...cough!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, are you sure you want to see my face?" The little girl buried her head in his arms, with a naughty smile on her lips.
"Why can't you look at it?" He deliberately didn't look at her just now, originally wanting to scold her.
Who would have known that this girl's "you're used to it" silenced him without any rebuttal.
Okay, he's used to it, he admits it, and now, he just wants to take a good look at her.
How long has it been since he saw this girl?
In fact, it doesn’t seem like a long time, but why does it feel like three autumns have passed?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I have to raise my head!" Feng Jiuer smiled lightly and suddenly raised her head from his arms.
Zhan Qingcheng's eyes fell on her face. The next moment, his fingers tightened and a cold air passed through his eyes!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, it's really me! I'm not a fake!" Feng Jiuer knew from the look in his eyes that this guy was scared.
She hurriedly said: "I put that scar on it intentionally!"
He didn't speak, his eyes fell on her face, but his fingers were always tense.
The big palm was still on her head, and Feng Jiuer wanted to remind him that he made her head hurt.
But under his stunned gaze, she decided to endure it.
Finally, his hand slipped from her head and landed on her face, his fingertips slowly sliding along her cheek.
There used to be a scar there, but now, it's smooth and clean.
She knelt on the ground and looked up at him. He lowered his eyes and caressed her face.
At that moment, everything around them seemed to disappear, and time seemed to have stopped. A feeling of peace and tranquility filled the hearts of the two of them.
His long, silky hair fell from his shoulders, fell on Feng Jiuer's face, and then fell on her shoulders, tangled with her hair.
That hand with clearly defined slender finger bones was still caressing her smooth cheek, and there was a soft luster in her condensed eyes.
Jiu'er just raised his head, looking at the man in front of him who was so stunning that even women were ashamed, his heart felt sour, and a drop of clear tears fell from the corner of his eyes.
It’s so sad. I’m so lucky to be able to look at Uncle Nine Emperors like this. I’m so lucky that it makes my heart feel sour all the time. It’s so sour that I even feel uncomfortable breathing.
Zhan Qingcheng's long fingers traced the corners of her eyes, and rolled the tears on his fingertips. Finally, he raised his hand, brought the tears to his lips, and tasted them.
A touch of salty, a touch of sourness, a touch of her breath, this taste will remain in my heart forever.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath, collected herself, and tried her best to smile at him: "How is it? Are you so beautiful that you are surprised?"
Zhan Qingcheng just looked at her lightly, then suddenly held his hands and pulled her up.
"Uncle Nine Emperors!" Feng Jiuer was almost frightened by him. Isn't he seriously ill now? He can still exert force!
In the blink of an eye, she fell into his arms, and when she raised her head again, his uniquely beautiful face was very close at hand.
"Why are you so surprised? My Jiu'er should be this beautiful."
When the sound fell on my ears, it was like a breeze, passing through my heart, making my heart feel numb and tingling, making me feel indescribably comfortable.
Neither of them seems to have noticed that hugging each other like this has completely exceeded the level of ambiguity.
Jiu'er was worried that Uncle Nine Emperors' body couldn't bear it: "Uncle Nine Emperors, let me go down first."
"Where are you going?" After finally seeing her again, I let her go, but it seemed that I couldn't let her go.
"I'm afraid I'll be too heavy and crush you."
With these words, Zhan Qingcheng picked her up again and weighed her: "...it's too light."
Jiuer murmured: "I just ate so much in the dining room, how could I feel lighter?"
"It's just light."
"..." Well, what Uncle Nine Emperors says is whatever he says. If he says it's light, it means it's light.
It's just that holding her like this doesn't seem... good.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..."
"Um?"
"Let me go down first." It's so weird. How come we haven't seen each other for a few days, but this time we meet again, it seems that we are closer?
Zhan Qingcheng finally obeyed her and put her down. Unexpectedly, as soon as Feng Jiuer was put on the bed, his tall body pressed down on her.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Jiu'er's whole body suddenly became tense.
If the gesture just now wasn't ambiguous enough, now it is absolutely ambiguous.
Men go up and women go down, what is... what to do?
She bit her lip, so nervous that her heart was pounding. She hadn't seen each other for so long and it was so hot when they first met. Her little heart almost couldn't bear it.
Especially, what I had promised him that time in the Nine Princes' Mansion, that scene came back to my mind instantly.
Her little face was flushed. Could it be that the Nine Emperors Uncle now... wants her to fulfill her promise?
But...she hasn't thought about it yet...
Although she really misses him after experiencing this life-and-death catastrophe, he is the Nine Emperors Uncle, the one she must respect, and her elder... Hey, who is her elder?
However, Uncle Nine Emperors wants to be respected, how can you... have sex with him?
Ahhhh, Feng Jiuer, what are you thinking about? How can you think about having sex with Uncle Nine Emperors?
However, when he suppressed her like this, didn't he want to get away from her or something?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you... you can't..." Jiu'er's voice was so soft that he could hardly hear it, "your body... don't be like this."
He lowered his head, she recognized his face subconsciously, and his face landed on her neck.
The breath is not as hot as last time, but a bit cool.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Feng Jiuer bit her lip, feeling embarrassed.
I should have pushed him away, they were really not suitable for each other, but the Nine Emperors Uncle...the sickly Nine Emperors Uncle was so beautiful that it was earth-shattering!
Her hands were itching, and all the cells in her body were screaming. She really wanted to push him down, press on him, and tear his clothes to pieces...
Wuwuwu, no, she didn't think about such beastly things, absolutely not!
It's just that the Nine Emperors Uncle looks sick... Oh my God! So charming! So seductive! So sexy!
Her fingers were already moving, but she was still holding on, no! Absolutely not to rip off the clothes of Uncle Nine Emperors?
But, she thought it couldn't be done, so why did she grab someone's clothes with her hands?
When Feng Jiuer realized that she was grabbing Uncle Jiuhuang's shirt and trying to pull him out, his whole body felt completely bad!
She really almost raped Uncle Nine Emperors!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you...you...let me get up first!" I really can't help it anymore!
However, the person on her body didn't react, just pressed her and hugged her gently.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Feng Jiuer frowned and looked sideways at his face: "Uncle Nine Emperors?"
