All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

Yan Weile snatched the wine jar from her hand, "Lingxiu, it's not like you can't drink.【26nbsp;】"

He still remembered that she didn't drink at all.

It's just that he was wrong, she didn't have it before, it doesn't mean she doesn't have it now...

"No, no, Lingxiu just wants to drink with Brother Yan. This altar is for you. I, I... take another altar..." Zhong Lingxiu stumbled out of the table and carried another altar, grabbing it and holding it in Yan Weile's hands Touched the jars of wine, murmured, "Cheers."

Seeing that Yan didn't move, just holding her forehead, as if she was trying to wake up, she curled her lips and flashed a strange smile.

"Okay, I'll drink with Lingxiu." Looking at Zhong Lingxiu with flushed cheeks, Yan Weile reluctantly lifted the wine jar in his hand, and drank it down. In addition to the smell of alcohol in the room, there seemed to be a smell of alcohol in the air. Faint aroma, people will have a confusing taste.

Yan Weile walked, his body was swaying, Zhong Lingxiu quickly helped him to sit on the side of the bed, followed him into the soft quilt.

The scent of aphrodisiacs wafted in the air, climbing up his chest, his eyes were extraordinarily clear, and his outstretched hands were weak and boneless, and he untied Yan Weile's clothes.

So hot……

Yan Weile kept murmuring, his opened eyes were full of turbidity, he grabbed Zhong Lingxiu's wrist and refused to let go no matter what, only such a sense of touch can reduce the physical discomfort.

The thick calloused palms were bewitched and began to erode the softness of the hands little by little. He rolled over and pressed her under him. The passionate kisses fell like a shower, full of madness and wildness, and he had completely lost the past. rationality, without thought.

This aphrodisiac is really domineering enough, the smile on Zhong Lingxiu's face was distorted by the pain...

"Brother Yan, be gentle, ah..."

Never, ever, never try to get rid of her, Yan Weile, you won't, and you will definitely not take responsibility.

In the early morning, the sky was clear, and the birds outside the window began to chirp non-stop. Xiaoqin, who got up early, opened the door with a copper basin, and found that the lady was not there. It was so early, where did she go?

Puzzled, she put the copper basin on the shelf, Xiaoqin picked up the brush on the table, the ink was still not dry, it seems that the young lady has been drawing all night without sleep, what kind of painting is so important, that the young lady can stay up all night without sleep.

Shaking her head, when the lady wants to say something, she will naturally tell her.

At this time, Qiyin, who was being chanted by Xiaoqin, suddenly sneezed, rubbed her nose, and muttered, "Who is thinking about her?"

She didn't sleep all night, and finally drew the blueprint she wanted. She smiled and closed the blueprint she was holding in her arms, and she couldn't wait to share her thoughts with Yan Weile, although it was very well marked. In detail, but she still dare not report the expectation of being 100% accepted by him.

Thinking about what Yan Weile said yesterday, I feel relieved, it does take a while to forget a person, not to mention that they still have a friendship from childhood to adulthood.

It's just that she doesn't know if he can really fulfill his promise when he returns to Shengjing, if he can't, as long as he speaks, she will choose to leave with dignity.

Qiyin stood at the door of Yan Weile's room, hesitant when she reached out to knock on the door.

She had forgotten about the time difference, it was so early, and she didn't know if he had woken up, she patted her forehead, annoyed that she was a little dazed.

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