kiss the beast world

Chapter 664
But there is life in this gigantic egg, and it was Wen Yue who rescued it ashore with her own hands. She really couldn't do it, throwing it away in such a cold world of ice and snow.

That... what's the difference between throwing away an innocent little life!
She is a goddess, and Lang Ye is the king of beasts.

Wen Yue didn't believe it, with the strength of the two of them, which was different from ordinary people, they couldn't do anything to a newborn cub.

Lang Ye looked down at Ren'er's begging eyes. Under the faint candlelight, her fair and delicate jade face was slightly flushed, a strand of hair fell down the side of her face, and her watery eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

The slender and curly eyelashes were like a small fan, tugging at his heart one after another. Inevitably, Langye's Adam's Apple rolled back and forth.

He slowly approached Wen Yue's ear, with one arm around her slender waist and the other on the back of her neck, a hoarse and sexy voice sounded: "Yue'er, are you begging me?"

"Yeah." Wen Yue nodded blankly, the heat in her ears made her a little dazed.

Lang Ye bit her Ruyu's earlobe, "It takes some sincerity to ask for help, Yue'er's sincerity, are you ready?"

sincerity!

Wen Yue was stunned for a second, and then, after quickly scanning around to make sure there was no one around, she quickly kissed the handsome face next to her.

Lang Ye visibly froze for a moment, and pulled the person in front of her into his arms with his arms around his waist, and buried his head in her neck, the unique fragrance fascinated him, "...not enough."

The hot air on the neck fell with the light kiss, Wen Yue's face immediately turned red, and the carmine spread from the tip of her ears to her neck, and she didn't dare to move.

However, her reaction made Lang Ye feel as if he had been on a stimulant, and the delicate kiss was changed to a fierce sucking.

The white jade neck quickly raised red marks one by one, all the way down to the collarbone...

"Wait, little patriarch!" Wen Yue was blown away by a gust of cool wind, and when she came back to her senses, a certain wolf's paw had already begun to peel off her clothes...

The big hand was grasped by the soft little hand, Lang Ye raised his head panting unsteadily, his misty eyes looked at her suspiciously, as if asking... "What's wrong?"

"Are you serious?" As soon as Wen Yue's voice fell, Lang Ye's kiss fell on her lips, hot and strong, proving it was true or false with practical actions.

In less than a moment, Wen Yue's waist became unbearably weak, and she was hugged weakly by him, but she still held on to her last bit of reason and said softly: "Little patriarch, please go home."

Although there are lights in the cave, it is still a bit dim and dark. Wen Yue is a little scared from the bottom of her heart in the unfamiliar environment.

"Okay." Lang Ye always felt sorry for her, so he knew she was afraid without even thinking about it. He immediately stretched out his hands and hugged her horizontally, and walked out of the cave with the corners of his cool lips raised.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, most of the people in the clan had gone to sleep. Except for the clansmen standing guard and patrolling everywhere, there were only two people, Lang Ye and Wen Yue, on the clan road that criss-crossed Qingshiban Road.

Wen Yue shrunk her face into Lang Ye's arms, and the clear and powerful heartbeat made her blush. His arms are always warm and reassuring.

Lang Ye's footsteps were very steady and light, and he didn't bump the little ostrich in his arms at all. He kept looking down at her flushed face.

"Yue'er...you have been ignoring me for a long time." An aggrieved voice accusing the little milk dog came from above Wen Yue's head.

She raised her head speechlessly, "Three days, how long?"...You still have to be ashamed.

Lang Ye felt even more wronged now, even his deep eyes were stained with pity, "Three days is 72 hours, 320 minutes, 25 seconds..."

Wen Yue never knew that Langye had learned mathematics so well, and it was so easy to use, and her pitiful expression was so realistic.

It's like every other day feels like a year.

If you ignore that he is using it on this kind of thing, it is quite affectionate.

"Little patriarch, I'm curious about a question." Wen Yue touched his sharp chin, sliding her fingertips lightly, and a faint smirk rose from the corner of her mouth.

"What's the problem." The silky fingertips fell to the corner of Lang Ye's mouth, and he suddenly opened his mouth to bite, nibbled and sucked gently, and stared directly at the person in his arms with his seductive eyes.

Wen Yue's whole body seemed to be struck by an electric current, and she was flushed and hot. After looking around nervously, she looked around and said in a low voice: "You have been sober for so many years, and you really don't like women at all." Don't you have any thoughts?"

Lang Ye bit the little goblin's finger, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "No."

"Why not?" Wen Yue ignored the itchy and numb finger, pretending it wasn't her own.

"Waiting for you." Lang Ye replied subconsciously, looking at her with tenderness in his smiling eyes, without blinking, biting his fingers a little harder.

Wen Yue blushed unsurprisingly, but she said in serious disbelief: "Who would believe you, if I showed up later, you would still be with other women."

Langye thought seriously for two seconds: "This, it's hard to say."

Wen Yue immediately withdrew her finger. She never admitted that it was for any other reason, but she just felt that it was more appropriate for her finger to return to her body.

The rapid withdrawal between the teeth made Lang Ye slightly stunned, lowered his head, and the little goblin's puffy appearance caught his eyes, and his soft heart was immediately touched.

He smiled dotingly, and didn't tease her again, "It's hard to say...it's impossible."

Difficult to say means not sure.

Not sure means impossible.

Lang Ye lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Wen Yue's forehead, the two-way temperature was being transmitted, and Wen Yue seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat and earnestness through his forehead.

She must be crazy!

"What's impossible, Beast God Continent cares so much about your offspring, I don't believe that you won't bend your old waist for the sake of inheriting the family..." Wen Yue poked the strong chest in front of her with a tone of voice Sometimes slow and sometimes slow, sometimes high and sometimes low, people can't tell what she means.

Under the protective cover of Wuming Lin, the Southern Wolf Clan has no snow, no cold wind, and under the faint light of street lamps, the little mouth of the man in his arms is slightly pouted, strongly expressing his displeasure.

Lang Ye let out a low laugh, and directly lowered his head to kiss those rosy and attractive lips, his movements were gentle and pampering, but he kissed the person almost suffocating before he let go.

After Wen Yue was released, she took a deep breath and twisted his waist vigorously: "Hmph, I always engage in sneak attacks."

Lang Ye gently kissed her forehead, and then explained: "I am not the only one in the Southern Wolf clan to carry on the family line, so I don't need to worry about it."

"Of course you don't worry about it. Aunt Lan and Uncle Lang Tian will worry about you." Wen Yue curled her lips, and she didn't believe that she was fooling a three-year-old child.

Hailan and Langtian only have such a son, how could they let their son become a 500-year lonely single beast with abstinence and asceticism.

(End of this chapter)