Sheng'er's bright eyes flickered, and she smiled coquettishly, "Flow marks..."

Gentle voice, with deep bewitchment.

Ye Liuhen swallowed his saliva, the saint of the Yugu Tribe, he liked her a long time ago, but at that time, he had no chance to see her true face, and she disappeared in the three realms and six realms.

When we meet again, her beauty is beyond his imagination. He likes her not because of her beauty, but just a feeling. He has long known that the saintesses of the Yugu tribe are extraordinary and chivalrous. He was thinking about what kind of extraordinary woman his fiancée was, who could win the favor and admiration of so many people.

Thousands of years ago, he didn't have the chance to witness everything about her, he didn't have the chance to love her, love her, but after a thousand years, he finally found her, so he did everything in his power to treat her well. The reason for playing tricks.

Now, seeing the person he likes in his arms, facing him so tenderly, how can he not be moved?

"You, can you love me once?" Sheng'er bit her lip, staring at Yeliuhen shyly, the hope in her eyes was very obvious.

Ye Liuhen's mind fluttered, "Yes."

He whispered softly, for such a long time, he had never done anything to her other than hugging Sheng'er.

Not even a kiss.

Both of them are adults, and he also knows what Sheng'er said.

Unable to bear the throbbing in his heart, he had no choice but to respond.

Sheng'er's shy and lovely face is like a ripe apple, envious of others.

acting? !Nobody does it better than her.

The veil slipped off, revealing the white jade-like skin, smooth and translucent like a crystal grapefruit, Ye Liuhen's heart trembled suddenly, before he thought much, his soft lips pressed against his lips.

Sheng'er's weak breathing gradually became heavier, she wrapped her arms around Yeliuhen's neck, stroked, and unbuttoned her shirt...

The air in the morning is a bit cool, the quiet wind slips through the window, and the cool feeling falls on the skin of the chest exposed by the traces of the night stream, Luo Qingyue's face suddenly flashes in her mind, she smiles calmly, Like the blooming Chu Yang, her icy eyes gave him a feeling of shock.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Sheng's blushing face below him, "Sheng'er..."

As if waking up from his desire, he suddenly let go of Sheng'er and stood up immediately.

Sheng'er didn't know why, and it seemed that the delicious food that was about to arrive was about to fly away. She was a little unhappy, but her voice was still as gentle as water, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry Sheng'er, I almost couldn't control it just now, we are not married yet, I want to give you a promise that the media is marrying, if... If I want you now, I always feel that I have wronged you, wait a little longer Wait, okay?" After speaking, Yeliuhen left in a panic without waiting for Sheng'er to say anything.

Sheng'er was so angry that he clutched the brocade quilt beside him, why is this dead night flow mark so... so invisible?

She doesn't care if she is wronged or not, why does he care?

The cold is not dead, that person hasn't come these days, and she has been going crazy for ten days!

This morning, I finally found an opportunity and wanted to enjoy it. Why did Yeliuhen leave the scene halfway?

It made her very uncomfortable!

damn it!

Thinking that tomorrow is the day to dig out his heart, Sheng'er finally held back the burning desire in his body.

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