Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

He came once.

Also in such a night, also has such a charming moonlight.

Nangong Li's heart was beating uncontrollably.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembled, and pushed away the gauze curtain in front of Xia Qingluo's bed

Xia Qingluo was sleeping soundly with a big pillow in her arms.

Nangong Li slowly sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his left hand and pulled the big pillow in her hand.

I didn't expect Xia Qingluo to hold tightly. He pulled it and didn't move.

And Xia Qingluo actually uh huh a few times.

The body moved.

The collar of the pajamas was slightly open. Unexpectedly, a red seal on his chest fell into the narrow eyes of nangongli's fox.

Nangong Li's heart stagnated, and a trace of pain filled the air.

For Nangong Li, he knows too well what the red seal is.

That's a kiss.

Who else can make kiss marks on Xia Qingluo except Yun qingrang?

Have they both reached this point?

Nangong Li's beautiful eyebrows are frowned.

But Xia Qingluo slept alone, so Yunqing let him fail?

Xia Qingluo didn't resist. Is she willing?

It was just a few breath of Kung Fu. The Nangong Li thought of hundreds of possibilities.

He sighed slightly. Is he still a step late?

Thinking of this, Nangong Li stretched out his hand and slowly went towards Xia Qingluo's white and tender cheek. His fingertips fell on her skin and gently touched it for a few times.

It is smooth and elastic, as beautiful as imagined.

His fingertips seemed to tremble, and an electric current flowed all over his body in an instant.

His eyes softened.

At this time, if you look closely, you will find that Nangong Li looks more serious than ever before.

The beautiful face looks more and more evil.

Even if Xia Qingluo sleeps and dies again, she feels a little wrong at this time.

She fiercely opened her eyes, instinctively took the pillow and hit the figure in front of her.

Nangong Li didn't move. He caught the pillow and looked at Xia Qingluo with a smile. "The reaction was very fast."

It seems to appreciate, it seems to sigh.

"Dead fox?"

"Well, it's me."

"Why are you here again?" Xia Qingluo stared with a little confused eyes.

"Why, don't you welcome me?" Nangong Li was a little lost.

"It's not that I don't welcome you. What do you do in the middle of the night, and what do you mean by sitting by my bed?" Xia Qingluo asked in a series of questions.

Nangong Li didn't pay attention to Xia Qingluo's attitude.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and brushed the black hair of Xia Qingluo who was still confused on his shoulder behind him, winding around his fingernails

Bright stars like the eyes are like a pool of spring water rippled by the wind, rippled with ripples, and the eye lines of the meandering are slightly picked up, and the spirit of the soul is being swept away.

This fox!

Xia Qingluo pulled her hair and glared at Nangong Li. "What are you doing? What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Don't you say you went to the border? Did you come back so soon?"

"I'll go right away."

"What are you doing here? What's up?" Xia Qingluo asked positively.

Nangong Li listens to the movement outside. Yunqingrang obviously hasn't come back.

He's not afraid of him.

But once Yunqing comes back, he won't have a chance to talk to Xia Qingluo.

And he can't do what he wants to do.

So he waved to the door, "come here."