At that time, the two men could not be described as treacherous together.

Xue Qing himself had said it, but it was just an ups and downs, related to interests, related to sex, but not affectionate.

But now, Xue Qing today is trapped too deeply.

Xue Qing didn't understand the words.

When he felt that he was too deep, he was unwilling to withdraw.

He reached out and clasped his words tightly in his arms, resting his chin in her thick, soft hair: "Yangyang, don't worry about the affairs in the palace, stay with me, okay?"

His deep, inexhaustible voice was more like a pleading in another way.

"Okay." Yan Ge smiled bitterly: "I'm so weak right now that if you want to drive me away, I can't go."

She said she was a little relaxed at the end and obviously wanted to adjust the atmosphere.

Where can Xue Qing not understand her mind, she immediately smiled at her face, let go of her and rubbed her head again: "I will never drive you away."

When resting together at night, although lying side by side on the bed, they were all orderly.

Although drowsiness was brewing, they were obviously not asleep.

Yange turned over and faced Xue Qing lying flat.

Xu was because she was so unprepared to approach, Xue Qing's body became stiffer.

He opened his eyes and glanced secretly, and found that Song of Song did not open his eyes, his heart sigh of relief unconsciously, and his tight body slowly relaxed.

But immediately he froze again, taking a deep breath, because he turned his head. A pair of eyes wide open, staring at the words in disbelief.

Yan Ge's eyes were still closed, but her hand passed through the quilt against the bed between them and touched Xue Qing's waist.

Her hands were undulating, and Xue Qing's waist and quilt gradually set up a big tent.

Xue Qing's breathing was gradually heavy, and his eyes were filled with water, and the fog was gazing at Yan Ge's face.

Her eyes were closed tightly, his gaze was wild, her throat rolled, and the sound of panting in her mouth was very clear in the dark night.

The next moment, he suddenly reached out and held down Yan Ge's hand: "Don't do this, Yang Yang."

Yange's lips curled up, her hand stopped and she retracted it.

The tender little hand did not leave nostalgia, Xue Qing at this moment, I did not know whether it was fortunate or lost.

He dare not look at her anymore.

I'm going to slow down to clean room.

After all, it is too embarrassing for Yan Ge to doubt what he is doing in the clean room.

But immediately, he seemed to be acupointed, and did not dare to move.

Yange's head got into the quilt and got under his waist.

This time, it was not her hand, but a softer and moist place than her hand.

Xue Qing shuddered all over.

He didn't dare to move.

He tried to make her leave.

But I was afraid that she would be scared away.

In the end, he couldn't bear the ** in his heart and let her do whatever she wanted.

After the incident, he immediately picked up the song and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Lips and teeth are entangled, never pleased and entangled.

"Yangyang, Yangyang." He murmured, holding her tightly in his arms, "Don't do this again."

This indescribable experience, even if it made him think of his bones, he was still unwilling to have another time.

"Do you like it?" Yange squeezed his cheek, and finally kissed him again: "Don't you like it?"

"I like it very much." Xue Qing grasped her hand and pinched her palm on her chest. "I just don't want you to be wronged like this."