? Although the tone is not good, but at this time I am subdued.

Hearing this answer, Ning Chi was taken aback, and then laughed.

I can't tell what it feels like, it's probably a bit disappointed, but it's also expected.

After all... the identity is there.

She is not convinced today, and tomorrow will not be accepted. Sooner or later, she will have to accept it.

This is the advantage of imperial power.

Ning Chi touched her body with some excitement, and the free hand slid down her neck and waist.

The skin under his hands is not delicate, not rough, and the waist is delicate and tight, which is a sense of strength for people who often practice martial arts.

Ye Chuijin was stunned, only then did he react.

She blushed and struggled fiercely.

I have never experienced such ambiguous touch Rao, and I feel it.

Shame, embarrassment, hotness, anger...all tastes.

"You..." Worried about his identity, the man opened his mouth and swallowed the curse.

The emperor raised his eyes and glanced at her carelessly. Although the words were only the beginning, it was not a good thing to look at the expression.

He has never been a magnanimous gentleman, and he has reached such a position by stepping on the mountain of blood and corpses in the power of the wind and clouds.

The people in front of me were a little too arrogant.

"Snapped."

Ning Chi turned her over and slapped her on the buttocks, red palm marks immediately appeared.

"Wen Sijiu, I want to deal with you. There are many ways, do you want to try more?"

Ning Chi even said this with a smile.

With the blessing of this slap, the arrogant General Wen finally woke up to something, and the full of resentment was forced down, but still stubbornly turned his face to the side and stopped looking at him.

Ning Chi narrowed her eyes slightly, slid her left hand to the inside of her thigh and pinched it.

Sure enough, the face turned to one side, the eyes that lit with the raging flames stared straight, still with a cannibal expression.

Ning Chi didn't dodge, looked at her eyes, and slid his hands inwards...

"Hmm..." The faint sound was bitten and suffocated before it formed, and his face was turned away again, his eyebrows were closed tightly, and the flashing water waves in the eyes could be seen from the side.

Ning Chi leaned down to bite his collarbone, and then his neck... leaving teeth marks along the way, the body under him trembled, but said nothing.

In the corner of his eye, the man closed his eyes tightly. I don't have to confine her hands, and they won't push him away.

It's dull to give in so easily.

At that time he thought so.

Outside the window, there were willow shoots on the moon, and the little **** who was guarding the door fell asleep leaning on the threshold.

The autumn mood is strong, the moonlight is just right, and there is Yingge Yan dance in Kyoto. Some people are drunk and slept in the brothel Chu Pavilion, sleeping comfortably with a piece of nephrite warm fragrance; some people are calling for friends, and they are about to rush to the next banquet. .

Everyone is like a small island, trapped in their lives by the pouring moonlight.

The idle dad, the poor scholar who studied at Bingzhu night, the lady who has not yet come out of the pavilion, the graceful and luxurious lady... You can't be the master, and everyone can live a life of contentment.

It was such a night when General Wen, who had been powerful in all directions in the brightly lit palace, was forcibly pressed under his body, walking in the joy of cloud and rain.

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