The Supreme Emperor's Toy Girl

"Lu Zisheng..."

A pair of big eyes misty, red lips shudder, Xia Yan in Lu Zisheng's ear choking cry.

"Yan'er, my Yan'er..."

With a satisfied smile, Lu Zisheng gently grinds in her ear.

She's his!

This life can only be his!

He won't let go!

He gave her whatever she wanted, and he liked to see her satisfied with him.

For the first time in his life, just looking at women's satisfaction, Lu Zisheng felt that the joy in his heart was more than anything else.

It was not until this moment that he realized that men's debts were not just mere possession and venting.

She's his.

He would brand his name in her heart.

He is fettering her with the shackles of affection.

He's attacking like a blaze to make her remember forever!

The whole night was full of ups and downs.

The next day, it was evening again.

Thin as cicada wings eyelashes gently trembling, Xia Yan slowly opened the heavy eyelids.

Above her head, there is a gorgeous and luxurious crystal lamp. This is not her room.

Blinked, Xia Yan slightly moved, want to sit up, but found that he did not have any strength.

Xia Yan feels as if she had been run over by a big truck. Even a little touch will make her fall apart.

Gently breathed a breath, Xia Yan efforts to recall what happened before sleeping.

Meditating for a few seconds, one by one, the pictures that make people blush and heartbeat, like a movie show, are constantly jumping and rolling in front of her eyes.

Up to now, it seems that my ears are still reverberating with my own indulgence, the gentle and affectionate murmur of men, the roar of wild animals, and the call of my own voice, all of which are called by the same name - Lu Zisheng.

Lu Zisheng!

By the way, Lu Zisheng, what about others?

Why didn't you see him? I don't think I really had an illusion last night, did I?

At the thought of this possibility, pretty face suddenly whitewashed, Xia Yan suddenly sat up.

Head kept turning, she tried to find the figure she expected from the room.

However, although the room is large, it is clear and empty.

He raised his hand and knocked on his dizzy head, trying to make himself sober, but the corner of his eye suddenly turned to the red mark on his arm.

A stiff, summer Yan quickly pull open quilt, low Mou saw to oneself.

Blooming one hot mark after another, crisscross, almost covered her whole body.

It's so striking.

Reminds Xia Yan, she indulges wantonly all night, is not a dream, is the real happened.

His cheeks turned pale like a piece of white paper. Tears kept gathering in his eyes. The more they gathered, the more they gathered

Xia Yan is afraid. She is afraid that the man last night is really not Lu Zisheng!

She couldn't accept the result anyway!

At the thought of it, I suddenly feel the pain of tearing my heart and splitting my lung. I can't wait to die!

"Lu Zisheng Lu Zisheng where are you? Lu Zisheng... "

Blankly looked around, one name after another overflow, and last night the same pronunciation, taste is different.

The voice of Lu Zisheng last night is the call of emotional moment, full of her whole heart feelings;

but at the moment, it shows deep panic and despair.

Last night's excitement, quickly called Xia Yan's voice hoarse, now the voice, really weak, like a kitten in general, but Xia Yan is still not willing to cry.

After a few calls, the expected figure still didn't appear. The room was empty, just like Xia Yan's heart. There was no place to find it. She was in a panic

Moving a heavy fatigue of their own, Xia Yan difficult to move to the ground.

The moment of landing, but suddenly a soft, Xia Yan scream, can't stop is about to fall down.

The door of the bath room is suddenly opened at this time. A figure is as fast as a hurricane. In a flash, it moves to Xia Yan's side. It catches her and prevents her from falling.

"Yan'er, are you ok?"

Heavy as the sound of rock, deep into the heart of Xia Yan Lake, "Dong" sound, strange let that originally full of turbulent waves of the heart of the lake instantly calm down, only gently ripples in the wash.

"Lu Zisheng! Wu Wu... "

The voice of her expectation came from her ear, and the face she was looking forward to also fell into the eyes at the same time. The tears that she had been trying to endure all the time suddenly fell down one by one. Xia Yan suddenly rushed into Lu Zisheng's arms, hugged him and cried.

She was really scared to death just now!

She really thought that she took Xiaochen as Lu Zisheng last night, and the pain of heart and lung swept her soul!Now that Lu Zisheng appears in front of her, Xia Yan immediately puts down her heart and lets her tears run wild

"Sir, I'll talk about it when I go back in the evening. Now I have something to do. I'll hang up first."

With one arm around Xia Yan, Lu Zisheng puts the phone back to her ear. Just now he has been on the phone, heard Xia Yan's scream, heart a tight, nothing, immediately rushed out.

The end of the line is Lu Taicheng, Lu Zisheng's grandfather.

Last night, his grandson did something as earth shaking as the forced use of military aircraft, which caused a sensation in the whole military region. The key is that he made other people look up and down, but he disappeared for a whole day!

Let them look for him all over the world!

Can it keep him from getting angry?

Can you keep him from worrying?

Lu Taicheng calls him for a day. Lu Zisheng wakes up a few minutes before Xia Yan wakes up.

Glancing at the time, seeing so many missed calls, he knew that he had worried them. In order not to wake up Xia Yan, he just went to the bathroom and closed the door to call back.

However, the old man's anger has not disappeared. How can he let Lu Zisheng go so easily?

And Lu Zisheng will not make such an act of disobedience.

Gently patting Xia Yan, Lu Zisheng quietly let the old man scold at the end of the phone, anyway, after scolding him, he became angry.

Although Lu Zisheng didn't care at all, she was a little worried. How could the girl in her arms suddenly cry so miserably?

Maybe Lu Zisheng is too quiet, or maybe Xia Yan's sad cry has been passed into the phone. Lu Taicheng thinks it's meaningless to scold him. Finally, after a few minutes, he has enough to scold him. He stops and says something, and then he hangs up.

Casually throwing the phone away, Lu Zisheng puts out his arms, holds Xia Yan, leads her jade feet, and lets her straddle on his legs, while he leans lazily on the bedside.

"Yan'er, what's the matter with you? Why do you cry? "

She gently rubs her ink like hair with a little pity. Lu Zisheng presses her chin against Xia Yan's head and caresses her again and again.

He asked in a very gentle voice.

It was the most tender time in his life. He asked her, "did I hurt you last night? "Yes?"