Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo steps on the flying sword. The breeze blows gently. Her hair flies with her clothes. Her clear eyes ripple a smart smile. She is elated and forgets her worries.

She stretched out her index finger, frivolously provoked yunqingrang's jaw and joked, "little lady, give me a smile..."

Yunqing seemed stunned, and then asked in a low voice, "what's the advantage of laughing?"

Xia Qingluo's affectionate eyes flowed with Guanghua, "what benefits do you want?"

"You're closer, I'll tell you." the low voice was very beautiful, but it seemed to have some magic. Xia Qingluo seemed to be bewitched and approached Yun qingrang. As soon as his lips were cold, he held them.

The breath is aggressive. It uses force as soon as it is contained. The lips and tongues are intertwined, domineering and lingering.

The vine on his body has long disappeared.

When both of them were out of breath, Yunqing let go of the hand clasping the back of her head, hugged her, and whispered in an unstable breath, "choose a good day and we'll get married."

Xia Qingluo raised her eyes and looked at Xiang Yunqing. Before she could answer, Yun qingrang then implicitly pushed Xia Qingluo, with a dull voice, "Qing Qing, I've been patient. I think I can't bear it."

Xia Qingluo's face turned red when she felt the heat from him.

Looking at Yunqing's expectant eyes, Xia Qingluo bit her red lips and nodded. Suddenly, she murmured, "you don't have to wait for marriage..."

This is not a euphemism. Of course, Yunqing understands it.

Maybe it's also a little connected.

Yunqing's star eyes seemed to bloom thousands of brilliance at this moment. He suddenly tightened his arm holding Xia Qingluo and wanted to rub Xia Qingluo into his arms.

Xia Qingluo buried her face in his chest, and there was a steady but warm heartbeat from Yunqing's ear.

Yunqing asked to confirm again, "is it really OK?"

Xia Qingluo's head nodded stuffy in Yunqing's arms.

Yunqing asks Xia Qingluo to pick her up. She looks at Xia Qingluo with crimson cheeks in her arms. She doesn't dare to look at her. Her voice is dark and dumb, "go to my Zixiao palace..."

"Zixiao palace, in the heaven?"

"No." Yunqing asked and shook his head, "you can only stay there for an hour. The time is too short."

What, an hour is too short?

So good?

"Let's go back to the Star Palace." Xia Qingluo suggested with a red face.

"It's not quiet there." Yunqing asked him to look around and said, "we're here."

This conversation feels like a picnic.

Well, in fact, it's almost the same, but it's the question of who ate who.

Yunqing makes her eyes hot like a burning flame, her breathing is a little short, her eyebrows are like spring water, and she is charming in her love for Xia Qingluo.

He thought and strengthened the boundary of biluotian.

Then on the grass full of pink bell flowers, a big bed with curtains appeared.

The pale pink curtains were decorated with tassels, which swayed in the wind.

The gauze floats and looms inside.

Xia Qingluo was stunned and asked dryly, "where did you get the bed?"

Yunqing let his ear root get a touch of blush quietly. He can say, in fact, this is already ready for a rainy day.

Of course not.

"I remembered what I put in the ring before..."

Without waiting for Xia Qingluo to speak, he came to the bedside and put Xia Qingluo on the big bed, and then his body pressed up.