Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

The moon was in the middle of the sky, looming in the clouds. Several crows fluttered their wings and hurried back to their nest, making a quack sound.

At this time, everything in the forest was quiet, only the sound of animals running.

Xia Qingluo looked up at the crow that soon disappeared and wanted to go home.

But just as she was about to return home, a Qianqian jade hand grabbed her collar and dragged her back impolitely.

Xia Qingluo turned her eyes in her heart. She was unwilling to turn around, but she still opened her tongue with a big dog leg, "king, you... What else do you need to do?"

The beauty called the king by Xia Qingluo was leaning outside a mountain cave. He looked disgusted and fanned it with his hand to dispel the smoked wine.

He raised his beautiful eyebrows and opened his mouth with great disdain, "look at your unpromising appearance. You're drunk like this. Don't you claim that you can't pour a thousand cups?"

Xia Qingluo drank too much and didn't forget to flatter. She smiled flatteringly, "can I compare with the king? Compared with you, I obviously pour a cup!"

Such words obviously please the beauty opposite.

He said slowly, "OK, you've been with me for so long, I won't treat you badly."

With a slight push, Xia Qingluo immediately felt an infinite force behind her. She stumbled and fell into a cave beside her.

The beauty on her head smiled and said, "just enjoy it tonight. The spring night is bitter and short. It's worth a thousand gold."

Xia Qingluo rubbed her ass in pain, scolded the dead fox, and immediately turned around flatteringly, "king, please go."

"In the future, be filial to the king and me, and ensure that you sing and eat meat every night."

The beauty snorted and shook away.

The fiery red Jue became a beautiful arc with the night wind.

Xia Qingluo didn't react. A moment later, she instinctively straightened up and looked into the cave. She was stunned. In the faint moonlight, she saw a warm snow-white.

She couldn't help coming forward and taking advantage of the moonlight, she couldn't help taking a breath. It was a man!

At this time, his skirt was connected with the moonlight. Xia Qingluo vowed that when she was a man, she had never seen such a beautiful person. When she became a goblin, she had never seen such a beautiful goblin.

The man's eyes were tightly closed, and his face was pale, which seemed to contain a color of pain.

His hair was like ink scattered on the bluestone ground, the bridge of his nose was high, with a trace of character, and his lips were thin as wings, tightly pursed because of pain.

But his innate nobility and indifference did not diminish.

Xia Qingluo suddenly felt a dry heat all over her body. Although Xia Qingluo was obsessed with flowers and lusts, she was not satisfied with her desires.

At this time, she had woken up most of the time. Then she reflected the meaning of the dead fox, saying that he had no good intentions. If he said anything to invite her to drink, he must have drugged the wine.

The temperature in the air began to rise, and Xia Qingluo seemed to feel the hot air burning on her.

The fog in the cave disturbed her, and her exhalation was a little difficult. At this time, the dryness and heat of her whole body became more and more serious.

The man's snow-white clothes were painted with a light color by the moonlight, as if they were bright and moist as snow. Xia Qingluo instinctively leaned forward, stretched out her hand to lift the skirt and touched it all at once