The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

[I am not a gentle man, once I set my sights on something, I will never let it go! ]

The atmosphere became cold for no reason.

Deja vu seems to have been heard somewhere.

[ Nuanxi, stop self-enclosed, wake up quickly! ]

[…]

Lin Nuanxi was stunned, the warm water vapor from the bathroom condensed on her face, her eyes were wet.

Emotional ups and downs flashed in the hollow, uneasy, but painful!

[I only give you three days, you have to honestly remember me completely. ]

Putting down Lin Nuanxi in her arms, Beitang Yaori reached out and untied the bath belt around her waist, and the loose pajamas slipped along her body onto the wet floor.

[If I hug you, will it remind you of me? ]

Beitang Yaori raised his hand and tore open his white shirt, and the tattoo of Decha Jialong on his chest and shoulders came into Lin Nuanxi's sight.

Lin Nuanxi stared at that scary tattoo on him, her eyes moved slightly nervously.

Beitang Yaori raised his hand to touch it, and the corners of his lips curved gracefully: [Remember, the first time you saw it, you were terribly scared. ]

[…]

Beitang Yaori took a step towards her, and Lin Nuanxi subconsciously took a step back.

The floor of the bathroom was covered with drops of water condensed by the heat, and Beitang Yaori would make a strange sound of water stains when he lifted his feet.

It sounds both dangerous and erotic.

[Don't be afraid, you have to adapt to everything about me, accept everything about me, including this dragon that scares you. ]

Taking another step forward, Lin Nuanxi took another step back subconsciously.

In the past seven days, the incredible Lin Nuanxi is recovering. At least, she has learned to show her emotions slightly, and learned the simple movements that Beitang Yaori carefully taught her, for example, wanting to step away when she is afraid.

[Nuanxi, don't go out. ]

[…]

The big palm grabbed Lin Nuanxi hatefully, stopping her legs that were about to take a step.

The mist and steam moistened her skin, making it a little crystal clear.

In the past few days, Beitang Yaori relied on his strong devil-like self-control to suppress his almost unbearable sexual impulse.

But in the current situation, it seems... I can't bear it anymore!

The chest was burning with a **** flame, and the ink-colored tattoo of Dechaka was rising and falling dangerously.

[ Nuanxi, look at me. ]

[…]

The big palm wrapped around her helpless little head, preventing her from moving and escaping.

Looking at the handsome and resolute face, the bright black pupils carried an aggressive aura, like obsidian, it was breathtaking!

[Hold you again like last time, will you remember me? ]

[…]

When Lin Nuanxi's trembling lips were slightly opened, Beitang Yaori's tongue came in aggressively.

For too long, this is definitely the biggest tempting opportunity for Beitang Yaori to commit a crime.

Hugging the trembling body in his arms, Beitang Yaori deepened the aggressive kiss.

At this time, Lin Nuanxi in his arms trembled and didn't resist, and he had an extremely urge to throw the person in front of him down!

Beitang Yaoris rubbed her lips, exhaling a moist breath mixed with mist.

The tense Adam's apple fluctuated up and down. At this time, Ruolin Nuanxi resisted as before, crying and begging for mercy, and Beitang Yaori would completely tear her apart and inject her into his body.

But now, she is a porcelain doll, a porcelain doll that can no longer withstand excessive stimulation.