General indecent please come near

He almost lost her.

Although he never really got her sincerity, the emptiness and pain of losing her was the cruelty and despair that he was unwilling to face despite all his efforts. .

Faint blood was faintly leaking from the thick tied cloth towel, he carefully wrapped her thin body around her, and asked her for an answer: "Are you still running away, Meenjiya?"

Mei Liangchen frowned slightly, and his long black eyelashes hung down like a row of fine fans, covering the throbbing emotions in his eyes. "It was just an accident that I saved you, don't get me wrong..."

His thick eyebrows were raised high, exuding a cold aura that she was familiar with.

Mei Liangchen was surprised that she was not afraid anymore, even if she was completely exposed in front of him, even her heart was cut open, she was not so afraid anymore.

On the other hand, Yelu Qingge was in anger.But she silently accused her with her eyes, why she always resisted his affection and kept him thousands of miles away!

"Yelu Qingge, don't look at me like that!" She was not a prisoner. .

"Why not?" His face was as dark as a dark cloud in the sky, and his deeply contoured face showed a frightening look. "Your life belongs to me, so what if I want you now!"

She retreated vigilantly, but after all, she was one step too late.

He suddenly leaned over and kissed her fiercely, with gushing anger and conquering desire, his teeth touched hers, making his lips hurt.

During the days and nights when they were separated, Yelu Qingge imagined how many times he kissed the sweet and soft lingering scene.However, every time he struggled to take a step closer, she would wrap herself up like a hedgehog, with spikes all over her body, wishing she could poke him out a few bloody holes and drain the blood to relieve her hatred.

Her lips are still the taste of a dream, and they seem to be more sweet and attractive than before.He originally just wanted to grab the thorns off her body and teach this ignorant girl a lesson, but the kiss changed from rough gnawing to involuntary sucking, and he was even more intoxicated in the fragrant and hot kiss than she was, and couldn't stop . . . .

"Well..." She struggled slightly, trying to get out of the dangerous atmosphere he created.

However, how can an eagle longing for the comfort of the female eagle let go of the lover who came to the door. .

He is not Liu Xiahui, nor is he a lowly disciple.He needs her, Meenjiya, not simply because of physical attraction, but because he wants to have her forever after the soul is matched. .

"Fool..." He bit her red lips lightly with his teeth, and licked her lips with the tip of his strong tongue, over and over again.She moaned uncomfortably, resting her thin hands on his chest, trying to push him away. .

"My Meenjiya, I will never let you go again!" The wet tongue scraped over her slightly parted cherry lips, letting the warmth wrap around the tip of his tongue.She wanted to escape again, but she was dazed by his malicious fingers, so she could only subconsciously suck gently, and the fingers that pushed against his strong chest also slid up, caressing his face. . .

The long, soothing, deep and passionate kiss brought them a huge shock in their hearts. .

His heartbeat matched hers.

In the silent inner room, it kept circling and reverberating. .

In the end, panting softly, she bowed her head and buried her in his chest, protesting weakly: "Yelu Qingge, you bullied me!"

When a woman said that a certain man bullied her, there were no more than two situations, one was a real accusation, and the other was acting like a spoiled child when a lover was lingering.

Her so-called bullying obviously belongs to the latter.

Yelu Qingge pulled off the brocade quilt and covered her under the quilt, only revealing a pair of wet black eyes full of complicated emotions, and said with a smile: "Yes, I bullied you again, what should I do?"

She stared at him, got her bare hand out from under the quilt, slapped him down on his hateful face.

"Slap!" When this slap was really slapped on his face, both the hitter and the hit were stunned!Especially her, with slightly parted red and swollen lips, and gradually, even her thin face turned red.

"You...why don't you hide!" You don't need to look, just by feeling, you can imagine how angry Yelu Qingge must be after being beaten!He is so old, I am afraid no one would dare to slap him.

She felt uneasy, so she closed her eyes shamefully when she saw him suddenly raise his slap and was about to slap it down on her head.

Let's fight, let's fight. .

After all, she offended the dignity of the cavalry general.

"Hiss..." His face was beaten, but there were bursts of unbearable pain from his fingertips.She opened her eyes sullenly, and when she took a closer look, she couldn't help being dazed. . .

He actually embraced her fingertips with his beautifully contoured lips, biting his teeth lightly. When she felt pain, he lightened it slightly, but when she was distracted, he bit tightly again. .

It turned out that the tooth marks on the fingertips were left by him.

The pain in the memory is clear and deep.She will never forget the pair of black eyes that were terribly frightened before she fell into a coma. . .

Yelu Qingge. .

Is the person he loves really a woman from another time and space whose identity is a mystery?Can she really get the love of the bravest general in the Hongwu Continent?

He leaned forward, hugged her and sat on the brocade couch. "Does it hurt?" The dark and deep eyes, covered with the fine halo of the light, seemed to gather the brilliance of the stars in the sky, lighting up her world. . . . .

Shaking his head, the confusion reflected on his delicate face made him chuckle.

"Are you really stupid?" He pinched her cheek, his affection was beyond words.

She stared at him blankly and didn't speak for a long time. . .

A young man who was as calm as water, was so disturbingly silent.Yelu Qingge's smile faded away, and her deep eyes responded to her gaze.

In Meenjiah's memory, she had never shown such a strange expression to him.Usually, she was either trembling with fear or ridiculed, or she was like a fighter on the grassland, wishing to overthrow herself anytime and anywhere to win.

It was the first time he had seen such a quiet Mayne.