"The Only One Orthodox Church, the supreme supervisor who holds Shang Fang's sword, can check, balance and sanction anyone under the deputy chief leader, but the person who does not have the power to handle academic affairs should be me."
Yan Beihan smiled slightly: "Fang Che, how about it?"
"I thought of it."
Fang Che smiled: "Congratulations, Mr. Yan."
Yan Beihan smiled, looked lightly with his beautiful eyes, and said, "Are you a little disappointed?"
"Not at all!"
Fang Che said with a smile: "In this way, my subordinates have the support of the ten major leaders in the Soli-Orthodox Sect. It's too late to be happy, so how can I be disappointed?"
Yan Beihan laughed loudly, then frowned: "You can't be wrong when you say that."
"The road ahead is unknown no matter how you think about it."
Yan Beihan smiled and said: "From then on, I really started to think about my life-long affairs."
Fang Che coughed, feeling a little embarrassed.
Yan Beihan showed shame on his face and said: "But I didn't expect that such a situation would be used to find out..."
Fang Che coughed repeatedly.
"What I can't accept the most is... there was actually another Bi Yunyan mixed in, and I was the one who brought it in!"
Yan Beihan gritted his teeth. Every time he thought about this, he wanted to hit himself on the head a few times.
How stupid are you, Yan Beihan, to think of teaming up with Bi Yunyan?
Wouldn't it be nice to not form a team at that time and just work alone?
But now, it's useless to say anything.
Fang Che blushed and just coughed: "Subordinate, subordinate... I didn't... I didn't expect it either."
Yan Beihan snorted, looked at him sideways, bit his lip and said, "Are you very proud?"
"I didn't..." Fang Che shook his head hurriedly.
"Are you unhappy?" Yan Beihan stared.
"Sure...satisfied." Fang Che could only admit it. In fact, he was indeed a little proud.
"Are you proud? Are you actually proud?" Yan Beihan said aggressively.
"I……"
Fang Che picked up the wine glass and said with a grimace, "I'll drink one drink as a penalty."
Yan Beihan stared at him drinking, and finally let out a long sigh and said dejectedly: "It's really a trick of fate..."
Fang Che was completely afraid to speak.
Yan Beihan stood up gently and walked slowly to Fang Che, taller than the sitting Fang Che. He gently held Fang Che's shoulders with his small hands, and Fang Che could feel her hands trembling slightly.
But I still put it firmly on top.
Yan Beihan said softly: "Fang Che, do you still remember that when you were carrying me, when I turned around... our lips touched each other."
Fang Che's mouth went dry: "...Yes."
"It's a pity that you had the appearance of a night devil at that time."
Yan Beihan said softly: "However, I didn't have time to think about your appearance at that time... It felt like I was in a dream."
Fang Che looked up at her and swallowed.
Yan Beihan smiled, looked into Fang Che's eyes, and said, "Mr. Fang, do you still remember that we were chatting in the communication jade before, and what did I call myself?"
"Little witch."
Fang Che's voice was a little hoarse.
Yan Beihan asked softly: "Then do you know why I call myself little witch but always call you Chief Fang?"
"I understand."
Fang Che sighed softly in his heart, he really understood. He even felt infinitely moved in his heart.
Yan Beihan raised his face slightly and said softly with a trembling voice: "Mr. Fang...don't you want to kiss your little witch?"
Fang Che swallowed and felt a pair of soft hands holding his face. He was confused for a moment and his four lips had already closed together.
Yan Bei Hanxing's eyes were slightly closed, he leaned into Fang Che's arms, raised his face, stretched out his arms, and gently hugged Fang Che's neck.
Fang Che only felt a fragrance that penetrated into his bones. He was dazed for a while and kissed the beauty in front of him.
A pair of hands slowly lifted up and slowly placed on the beauty's hips.
Apply slowly and feel the soft touch.
Yan Beihan's body trembled, but he didn't seem to feel anything. He was just entangled verbally with his lover.
Fang Che kissed and kneaded her, feeling that his arms were like a ball of pure water and a piece of suet-fat jade.
The hands were no longer satisfied with the current situation, and slid in along the clothes like a swimming fish.
Yan Beihan's body trembled violently.
He felt a pair of hot hands moving slowly and vigorously over his body. It seemed as if they were leaving their imprint on every inch they walked.
"Chief Fang..." Yan Beihan murmured, fascinated, and kissed his lover: "Is your little witch... beautiful?"
"Beautiful...my little witch is the most beautiful."
Fang Che responded, and after continuous kneading, his hands slid down the buttocks and reached the straight and round legs.
Yan Beihan breathed heavily, feeling like he had a fever all over his body. As his lover's hands slid over, flames were burning everywhere.
The hands finally changed their position and began to move upward resolutely towards the highest place.
Finally, the occupation of the mountain was announced resolutely and forcefully.
Yan Beihan gasped for breath, his eyes were misty, and he felt that the sacred place that no one had ever touched was being ravaged by the man in front of him.
He doesn't seem to cherish it and uses various techniques to change his shape.
Very rude.
Fang Che slowly released his grip on Yan Beihan's lips and began to march downward, his hands constantly moving.
Yan Beihan panted violently.
But she tried hard to reach out and wrap his hand around her chest, hold it down, shook her head, and begged: "That's enough... Fang Che... that's enough."
Fang Che held the smoothness in his hands, kneaded it, and said hoarsely: "Master Yan...don't you want to be my little witch? Now is the time..."
Yan Beihan took a deep breath, held Fang Che's hand more and more firmly, and begged: "Mr. Fang, it's not that the witch won't give it to you... but... I don't want to give it to you in this way that is forced by things...
Please...please forgive me..."
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Fang Che understood.
Yan Beihan wanted to achieve perfection.
But he believed that if he forced it now, Yan Beihan would never resist.
But Fang Che was willing to give her time to eat slowly.
A pair of hands squeezed Yan Beihan's chest, and he said softly: "Then why today...the little witch takes the initiative to seduce me?"
Yan Beihan trembled and said in a trembling voice: "Because...because the witch thought...after the meridians are opened, Mr. Fang...Mr. Fang can still see everything without missing a thing...so, so...the little witch thought
Let Mr. Fang understand his feelings first."
"It's not for the purpose of practicing Qigong...to confess to you."
Yan Beihan looked at the man who was scorning him affectionately, and said softly but firmly: "...It's because...the witch herself wants to be...Mr. Fang's woman."
Fang Che looked into her eyes: "I understand."
"Please give the little witch some time, Mr. Fang... wait, wait until the meridians are opened and practiced... the cultivation level returns to its original state, and then... and again..."
Yan Beihan put his red lips forward and murmured: "...I will willingly dedicate my body to...Mr. Fang to enjoy..."
Fang Che slowly took his hand out of her chest, doing it very slowly, and kneading it while doing so, Yan Beihan's body continued to tremble.
Finally, Fang Che held Yan Beihan's face in his hands and said softly in a serious voice: "Then, I'll be waiting."
Yan Beihan felt relieved: "Thank you... Thank you, Mr. Fang, for your understanding."
Fang Che enjoyed the beauty's tenderness and suddenly understood in his heart.
Yan Beihan has not yet returned to his strongest cultivation level when he came here, and now that he has lost his body, it does have an impact.
When the cultivation level is fully restored, it will be equivalent to the unity of the inside and outside.
But no matter what the reason is, we have reached this point today.
Fang Che was certainly not in a hurry.
Holding Yan Beihan's soft body, Fang Che whispered in her ear: "Thank you very much."
Yan Beihan gasped and nodded slightly, with a shy expression on his face. He hugged Fang Che's waist harder with both hands, and a sweet smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Of course, Mr. Fang's title of "little witch" is a flirtation between the two, but Yan Beihan is also using this method to erase the sense of subordinate status that Night Demon salutes to him every day. To eliminate the relationship between the two.
status gap between them.
To show that he has never been superior to the other party.
Everything I did before was just for outsiders to see.
Chief Fang is a guardian, so that has nothing to do with the Solipsism. Even if he is the chief leader, he is nothing in front of the guardians, let alone a big princess?
The so-called eldest princess is nothing more than a little witch in the eyes of Chief Guardian Fang.
Yan Beihan has been working hard. Although this approach is a bit deceptive, but now that their feelings for each other are clear, the title they used at that time suddenly plays a huge role.
Although she had never said this clearly, she had always done it; when there were only two people with Fang Che, Yan Beihan always put herself in a weak position.
Includes daily chat.
Because she doesn't want her man to be dissatisfied with her in any way in the future or have grudges against her in the past.
Although Fang Che is not that kind of person, Yan Beihan is also working hard to make up for it.
She uses her intelligence and wisdom to try her best to create a happy future for herself.
That's why Fang Che said, 'Thank you very much' today.
Response: I know everything about your thoughts. I am well informed.
Yan Beihan didn't say anything else about this, as everything was left unsaid.
Yan Beihan slowly let go of his hand, put his forehead on Fang Che's chest, and slowly calmed his breathing and heartbeat.
Finally, he left Fang Che's chest and looked at Fang Che with shy and angry eyes: "Mr. Fang, you are so rude."
"Master Yan, it was my subordinate who took offense... I just couldn't help myself."
Fang Che apologized seriously.
"snort."
Yan Beihan covered his clothes, returned to the opposite side and sat down, his face still flushed, his starry eyes twinkling, and he said softly: "So...what do you understand?"
Fang Che said: "The current coincidence of encountering the Star Fruit is different from what we expected, and it is even different from Master Yan's original plan. There is a sense of being coerced. So Master Yan feels uncomfortable."
Yan Beihan exhaled a long breath, lowered his eyebrows and said: "So...that's why I want you to understand my feelings, and I do this with a mentality of healing my woman."