My Darling Sick Beauty

It was not the first time that Wen Renye had been kicked off the bed.

The two of them are evenly matched, and they can hold on to each other for a long time. It's just that Wen Renye is too familiar with his body's sensitivity, so he takes advantage of it.

He persevered and climbed up from the edge of the bed, pretending that he hadn't annoyed the other party just now, and approached again cheekily.

A child who can cry only needs milk to drink, and shameless can eat meat. There is a famous saying in the world, and everything else can be allowed, but you can't starve him. Otherwise, Wen Renye couldn't help but feel low pressure all over his body, and he would always have to think wildly.

He leaned against Jiang Ziliu's back, gently hugged him from behind, and whispered to his ear, "...I didn't mean it last time."

Jiang Zheliu read the book by the lamp flame by the bedside, ignoring him.

Dare to mention the last time, every time the Demon Race was at the crematorium level. It really hurt him everywhere, and no amount of soothing and comforting would be able to relieve the tingling feeling in his scalp.

Jiang Zheliu has always felt that everything is in his heart, but he has repeatedly lost control in this regard, and often feels frustrated.

He was also indifferent when he was angry, and he couldn't tell how angry he was. But Wen Renye couldn't stand Zhe Liu ignoring him, so he couldn't help kissing the tip of the other party's fair ear, and his breath was lingering and slightly warm.

"I'll definitely not mess around next time." The little devil assured without credit, "I will restrain myself and cultivate myself."

Jiang Ziliu glanced at him.

It looks like it tarnishes the words "self-cultivation and self-cultivation". His eyes were shining, like a wolf who was dying of starvation, thinking about how to eat himself.

He put down the book, turned around and stared at Lord Mozun Youzi's eyes, and said in a slightly cold tone, "You also know that you are messing around."

Wen Renye blushed, thinking that the last time was really messy enough, obediently admitting his mistake: "I don't want to change back to the prototype in your body, but I'm a little too excited..."

Jiang Zheliu didn't want to be angry, but listened to him expressionlessly, and said lightly: "It can be seen that your cultivation has been cultivated on the dog, and you can't even control yourself."

Wen Renye felt a little wronged, but after thinking about it, he felt that he had no reason to be wronged. However, he had been indulged by Jiang Zheliu for a long time. He knew how to cover up the snow in Zhongnan Mountain, and his spirit was better again, and he silently wrapped around the other's waist.

This is where Jiang Zheliu suffers. His body and even his soul were all too familiar with Wen Renye's breath.

It was as if Wen Renye knew him well.

For example, the little devil is holding the hand on his waist at this moment. Beneath the thin shirt is a narrow, cold white waist. Because of its thinness, there is a little bit of the direction of the bones, but the skin feels very good, and it feels like it is attached to a piece of jade when stroking along the edges of the bones.

Jiang Zheliu felt that something was wrong, and just as he was about to escape, Wen Renye's warm and broad palm pressed his waist.

……unwise. sloppy.

It was lost on this slender and good grip, and it was easy to let this demon hold it down, tighten the hoop tightly, and press it on the couch.

Do something horrible.

He was a little alert, and looked into Wen Renye's eyes fixedly. Instead of reaching out to touch the horn on the other's head, he grabbed the collar of the little devil with one hand and raised his head to approach: "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Zheliu's breath was too close, with a faint plum fragrance in the slight cold, and the air of wind and snow.

Wen Renye's lack of IQ and sanity was getting worse at the moment, he rolled his Adam's apple, barely remembering that he was fighting for benefits, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "...do something happy."

Jiang Zheliu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Where did you get the confidence, I think I'm still used to you."

Even if it is a senior in terms of seniority, an elderly person in terms of age, the only lover in this life, he really spoils each other too much, which makes the little devil more and more courageous.

The sharp teeth kissed his throat and licked it slowly.

"You've always been good to me." Wen Renye said, "But I'm a pervert, you can't reason with perverts."

Jiang Zheliu spoke for a while.

The word "perverted" in the demon world doesn't seem to mean that in the hearts of the human race, but a neutral word, but Jiang Zheliu can't remember exactly what it describes.

"Wenrenye," Jiang Zheliu wanted to reason with him, "You are also this age, can you understand a little bit about temperance, what is health preservation... sigh."

He was heavily licked by the big wolf dog on his Adam's apple. The other party does not want to listen.

Really spoiled.

Jiang Zheliu just had a little education in mind when he felt that the other party rolled to the side with him in his arms and changed his posture.

Wen Renye pressed him under him, clasped the cold-skinned waist with one hand, and then lowered his head and bit the tie on his collar.

The coat was not worn seriously, only draped over the shoulders with a belt.

The big wolf dog ripped off his belt, lowered his head and bit his collarbone, his sharp teeth reluctantly dawdled, and after a while, he said, "Our double. Cultivation is not finished yet."

Jiang Zheliu recalled the posture in the book, and felt it was very inhuman, and glanced at him: "Please forgive me, why can't you toss enough after so many years - don't bite, don't bite."

The little devil braked in time, and did not burn a sharp tooth mark on his body.

But he was emotionally overwhelmed by the indifferent tone of begging for mercy, and he couldn't control his whole body. Relying on the familiarity with each other, he leaned over and licked his ears.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't bear it anymore. After hiding for a long time, he was chased and provoked by the opponent. His anger was about to come up, but he was a little rebellious in his bones and didn't want to compromise. He was about to kick this relentless wolf dog down again. I felt a force pressing my ankle.

...really, come prepared, and eat a bite to gain wisdom.

Wen Renye pressed his knee on the opponent's ankle, and when he felt Jiang Ziliu's gaze, he slowly got up and raised his fingers to hold the opponent's ankle.

Jiang Ziliu felt that this situation was very dangerous.

He looked at Wen Renye, took a breath, and said calmly: "Little Demon King, calm down when you are a demon, I will hit you."

"What's the point of being calm in everything?" Wen Renye rubbed the bulge of his bones, leaned over and pressed him to stare at him, so close that he was only half an inch away from kissing each other, "As long as you can get up tomorrow, I will Never fight back."

"Don't fight back?" Jiang Zheliu stared at him, "Looking for death."

"Yes." Wen Renye's voice became more and more hoarse, and the heat was unbearable, "I just like your peerless elegance and unparalleled beauty. I like your incomparable appearance with Ling Xiao in your hand, I..."

As long as he glanced at it, he felt terribly moved, and he just wanted to do something with this person on the spot that shouldn't be done.

Even after Jiang Zheliu listened to these words, he still felt that the other party was deliberately provocative after contacting the previous ones.

"The dispute over the bed of the people of the Tao must be restrained." He said, "Otherwise, if the movement is too big, it will not be good."

"I know."

"Okay." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "Then fight for it. I don't believe it, I will always lose in this matter."

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It turns out that not being able to get out of bed is the norm.

You can't blame Jiang Ziliu for losing all the time. First of all, the Heavenly Spirit Body is too unsatisfactory, and secondly, that thing from the Demon Race is really shameless. In addition, the little devil is too ferocious and cunning, mature men will be soft-hearted and can't fight.

And when he reflected on it afterwards, he found out that Wen Renye had a routine, he admitted his mistakes and teased him, and then aroused his emotions, so that blind refusal turned into a desire to win or lose.

Finally achieve the goal.

Really a scheming demon.

The dog left cub, who was locked out of the door that night, tried hard to pat the door on tiptoe for a long time, but no one came to open it for him. He squatted at the door and felt sad all night, and wrote another note in his father's notebook:

In the 1465th year of the Eternal Calendar of the Demon World, it was night and sunny. He did that kind of thing according to my father again, hateful, hateful, extremely hateful, hum.

Sure enough, people who are beautiful will be wronged!