Fortunate to know Qing peach noodles

Chapter 470
She subconsciously wanted to hide, but her legs couldn't control her at critical moments.

Yin Jing held her waist with one hand, she was very slender, and rolled from the screen to the wall, and then from the wall to the table.

Wei Qing raised his chin, but when the small warm kiss fell on her chin and neck, his eyes were slightly moist.

Wei Qing took a deep breath, leaned against his chest, and tried to reason with him: "Yin Yan... Yin Dudu, Dadudu, you are a general, and you must put your body and strength on the battlefield..."

Yin Cong said: "This is my battlefield."

I'm really going crazy... Hearing these words, Wei Qing inexplicably felt an indescribable throbbing heat in his heart...

She gritted her teeth, her tone changed a little, and she persuaded: "You have to cherish your body..."

Yin Jing bit her ear and said, "I want to cherish you even more."

Wei Qing's upturned eyes reflected the shadow of Yin Xuan.The moist eyes are like the ebb and flow of the tide, only he is eternal.

"I am, but you are 30 years old, don't you know who you should cherish more?" Wei Qing blurted out, "Don't wait a few years, when you are middle-aged, you will have to soak goji berries in a thermos..."

"Soak goji berries in a thermos cup," Yin Jing repeated, and actually smiled, with an inexplicable meaning in his smile, and said, "Are you describing me as old?"

"I was wrong, Yin Xuan, can I be wrong..." Wei Qing had a bad feeling, and subconsciously admitted his mistake, "I'm old, I'm old..."

Yin Cong said, "You are."

Wei Qing's head full of black hair was spread out on the brocade table, her eyes were as if the stars were broken and blurred.

Yin Jing stroked her black hair by the sideburns, stroked a strand of her concubine-colored skirt hanging on the edge of the table, with turbulent and suppressed emotions in his eyes, he said to her in a low voice: "That night, you also had such long hair. Scattered, wearing a dress of this color."

Wei Qing was slightly taken aback.

She doesn't remember what kind of clothes she wears and what kind of hair she wears, but the memory of wearing a concubine-colored dress is particularly vivid.

That was the time when she and Yin Cong were in the villa outside the capital.

The moonlight filled the ground that night, and the candlelight is so charming tonight.

At that time, she was drunk, and all she was thinking about was such a person, she didn't want to think about what it would be like when the sun rose tomorrow, and indulged herself to let go of all tolerance and indulge even for a moment.

She pressed him on the pillar and frivolously, and later, she couldn't remember it anymore.

But people are so strange, when Yin Jing mentioned it again in her ear, accompanied by his scorching breath, that memory that she couldn't recall afterwards, suddenly gradually showed its outline, flowing slowly like flowing water Pass.

……

The candlelight was brightly lit, Wei Qing's eyelids trembled slightly, she hooked his head down as before, and kissed him with her chin up.

I remembered how heartbroken I was at that time.

After that kiss, it was out of control.

"Yin Jing..." She whispered, half awake and half drunk.

Yin Xuan tensed up all over.

Later, Wei Qing reached out to his waist, held him tightly with one hand, and fumbled to untie his belt with the other.

The belt was about to be loosened, and Yin Yan suddenly pressed Wei Qing's hand.

Wei Qing raised his lips and smiled at him, the smile was very touching, and said: "I thought Dudu Yin was thinking about it, but did he not? Or am I not attractive enough to make Dudu Yin emotional?"

Yin Xuan's eyes wished they could engulf her, and looked at her deeply and boundlessly.

That look suffocated her and made her addicted to it.

(End of this chapter)