Princess, be nice

Chapter 1830
The voice of thanking her was getting softer and weaker, Yuan Changhuan's heart was suffocated, her eyes were slightly lowered, and her long eyelashes drooped, casting a little shadow under her eyes, far away.

Fingers as slender as scallions were pinching Xie Ci's front. The originally neat and white pajama front was full of creases in the process of Yuan Changhuansu's continuous clutching, loosening and clutching.

Faintly, there is also the meaning of breaking down.

A part of her white, delicate and firm chest was exposed.

Xie Ci's skin is cold and fair, especially the part of his chest that never sees the sun, so it is naturally clear and porcelain white.

Under the light of the luminous pearl, it is dazzling white.

Looking at his porcelain-white skin, Yuan Changhuan felt that it was too dazzling, and Xie Ci was particularly indifferent. His heart was like his body, which made Yuan Changhuan dislike him.

Bite it hard.

Xie Ci didn't stop her, and didn't even move, as if Yuan Changhuan wasn't biting his flesh.

The sharp teeth pierced his skin, and the smell of blood filled the whole mouth in an instant. Yuan Changhuan was biting the flesh like a small animal. When she raised her head, her red lips, which were already bright red, were now covered with blood. , even more red.

Beads of blood even covered half of the red lips along the lip line.

It's like the ambiguity after a passionate kiss.

"Don't you have a sense of touch?" Yuan Changhuan frowned, feeling like a crazy woman, depressed, what was she doing.

Xie Ci looked down at the circle of small tooth marks, couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand to peel off Yuan Changhuan's front.

Yuan Changhuan thought Xie Ci would bite back.

Her body froze, but Xie Ci only caressed her neck and collarbone with his fingers, and his low-pitched laughter spread throughout the entire curtain.

Fortunately, there is no one in this illusion, otherwise, if someone thinks of the idiot-like laughter of the majestic emperor, they will be so horrified that they will be frightened to death.

Let alone other people, even Yuan Changhuan's scalp was numb from Xie Ci's sudden appearance, "Xie Ci, what are you laughing at?"

And laugh so abnormally!
Finally found the white mark, which was so shallow that only the size of a fingernail was left.

Yuan Changhuan also had fair skin, and the surrounding area was also stained with pale pink marks.

Feeling Xie Ci's hot fingertips against his own skin, Yuan Changhuan also thought of that place, what kind of thing Xie Ci touched, squinted and lowered his eyes, "You..."

"Yuanyuan, look, you also have the mark that my husband gave you, and my husband has your mark on you, and no one will be able to leave anyone in the future." Xie Ci's tone was tinged with ghosts and evil.

Yuan Changhuan first felt a chill down his spine, and then saw the nostalgia in the depths of Xie Ci's eyes, and gradually calmed down, no matter what Xie Ci said, it would not hurt her.

Thinking of this, Yuan Changhuan lay in his arms, lightly licked his scars with the tip of his tongue, and deftly rolled all the blood between his lips and teeth, and the smell of blood surged up again.

Yuan Changhuan didn't feel disgusted, but felt joy in his heart.

That's right, Yuan Changhuan was very happy with what Xie Ci said.

The deeper the imprints between them are, as if carved in their hearts, the deeper they are.

Even if you know it's an illusion, that's fine.

Yuan Changhuan hugged Xie Ci, but found that Xie Ci hugged him even harder, as if he wanted to rub her into the bone marrow, "Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan."

He kept calling her name.

There is no longer the calmness of the past.

On the contrary, every sentence is full of deep-rooted nostalgia.

(End of this chapter)