Ye Fengya looked at her with a smile, stroked her cheek and said softly: "Madam, it's easier to do things after you get rid of it." As she said that, she covered her lips without warning and grabbed her lips that were about to open. She took advantage of her slightly openness and penetrated her tongue.

Leng Rutong struggled squeakingly and slapped him, but Ye Fengya did not give in at all and wanted to possess her domineeringly.

Woo... Leng Rutong was crying but she couldn't cry. She really sat in the carriage so much that her back was sore all over her waist. She wanted to massage and stretch her muscles and bones, but she didn't want to do that.

Ye Fengya naturally would not let her go. He had been withstood for several days. When she set out from Gu Xia Kingdom two days ago, when she stood behind him and called his husband, he hugged her and rushed towards the carriage to be kind enough, but unfortunately, his son was present at that time.

He endured so much hard work along the way. Today, Ye Haoran was playing with his own. How could he miss the opportunity given to him by his son? Tong'er is now amnesia and doesn't capture her body first. I'm really afraid that something will happen.

Ye Fengya wildly absorbed the fragrance of her sandalwood mouth, and one hand skillfully pulled off her bra that was in trouble. "Tong'er..." Ye Fengya couldn't help calling Leng Rutong. Leng Rutong had already lost her mind by being kissed, and she nodded in a daze.

Knowing that she had surrendered, Ye Fengya was not anxious, "Don't you have a sore waist and back? I'll help you with massage." Ye Fengya's voice was low and she flicked her hands to extinguish the candlelight in the room.

He leaned Leng Rutong back on the soft couch, and his wide palm pressed her smooth and forged back like magic. Leng Rutong overflowed with satisfaction: "So comfortable..."

Ye Fengya pressed down all the way and removed all the obstacles on her body.

The sudden coldness made Leng Rutong feel sober. She asked in confusion: "Ye Fengya, isn't it a massage? How can I take it off so clean?"

"Because my husband wants to serve you with his body, there are things that hinder me. I am worried that my wife will not be satisfied with her." Ye Fengya held her willow waist with both hands, turned her over with a little force, and faced her, her strong body pressed on her face.

Leng Rutong quickly struggled: "Don't...I said I'm not allowed to do anything else."

"My wife... I really don't do anything else, just massage..." But not with her hands, but with... As he said, he blocked Leng Rutong's words to resist again. Only when she kissed her, she would be honest.

Leng Rutong was not as honest as she was kissed as she was. She was a little anxious. The contact between the two hot bodies made her understand what would happen immediately next. This was not a simple deep kiss. She was a little scared. She hadn't done such a thing for five years, and she was worried that she would not do it well.

And she was still confused. Is Ye Fengya really her original man?

Leng Rutong was very anxious, but couldn't get away from Ye Fengya, and tears popped out of her anxious eyes. Hot tears fell on Ye Fengya's back of her hand. He opened his eyes gently and let her go, calling: "Tong'er..."

His kisses were densely kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes: "If you really don't want to, I can bear it." He looked at Leng Rutong in the dark with a hot look, and felt a little disappointed. She thought Tong'er accepted him, but she didn't expect to make her cry.

In addition to loss, there is also heartache. How could he bear to make her cry?

Leng Rutong slowly opened her eyes, and the teased pupils stared at him in a daze: "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of, huh?" Ye Fengya asked gently, holding back the desire in her lower body.

"I'm afraid you are not my man, I'm afraid you feel wrong, I'm afraid you can't do it well, so many..." Leng Rutong honestly expressed her doubts.

Ye Fengya covered her lower lip and kissed her hard: "Tong'er, you should understand your body best. If it weren't for me, how could you let me touch you? A fool..."

"I'm afraid..."

"Nothing...I promise that after this, you will never be confused about whether I am your man." Ye Fengya could no longer bear it. She covered the pear on her chest with her big palm, and her lips fell again. It was useless to say so much about this, and she would naturally find out after she did it.

***** Feng Han touched her face and thrust her.

"Oh... it was indeed what my mother did." Ye Haoran ate and drank in Baihualou and listened to Leng Rutong's various deeds, and made a summary speech. He lay on the soft couch and stretched his waist comfortably. Yingying and Yanyan's soft words came from his ears, and his eyebrows frowned slightly: "It's a bit noisy here, find a place to sleep."

As he said that, he got off the soft couch... As soon as he was about to leave, Song Guizhi immediately leaned over and said with a smile: "Little Prince, you have been away from the Lord for so long, and they must have missed you too. Let's go to the Lord for the Lord."

Ye Haoran turned around, looked at Song Guizhi slantedly, and waved at her. Song Guizhi immediately bent down and lowered to the same height as him and listened with stern attention.

"Mom Song, Baihua Tower is so big, you should be a person with vision, why are you so confused?" Ye Haoran had a stern face, and a hint of displeasure appeared between his eyebrows.

Song Guizhi felt a thrill. She said something wrong and angered the young master. She quickly apologized: "Little Prince, Cao Min is also afraid that the Lord will be anxious, so she said something randomly..."

Ye Hao glanced at her and snorted coldly: "You are not afraid that my father is anxious, you are afraid that I have done something to cause trouble here, and that the fire will hit you... You are also anxious and confused. This time my father and mother are intimate. I am not going back now to destroy their good things. You said you are driving me back now, can you afford my father's anger?"

Song Guizhi was so scared that she knelt down: "The people knew they were wrong, but they knew they were wrong." This... Is this prince really only four or five years old? How could he say so sharply? She really didn't consider what the lord and the imperial concubine were doing now, and she really didn't know how she died.

"Just know your mistake, get up, I don't like others kneeling down at any time." Ye Haoran tidied up his clothes, then returned to his innocent smile and pulled Ling Niao's hand: "Sister Ling Niao took me to bed."

Ling Niao's mouth twitched. This sounded so ambiguous, but the other party was still a child of four or five years old... Although she was handsome and cute, she was...

"Just let you lead the way!" Ye Haoran glanced at Ling Niao, who was stunned for no reason. Why did the ancient man's brain be more dirty than that of him, a modern man? What he said was obviously very clean and pure. Why do they always think wrongly? He is still a child, a child! (Roar to all the supporting roles, Nimmy, how come you look like a child-_-#)

Then Ling Niu smiled happily and took him upstairs.

But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly rolled down the wide stairs of the lobby where people were coming and going. Ling Niao was so scared that she wanted to hug Ye Haoran, but after all, she was a weak woman. Before Ye Haoran could even hold her, the black shadow had already rushed down and rolled straight towards Ye Haoran.13acv.

Everyone in the lobby was shocked by this sudden scene. If something happened to the prince who had just returned to the city, their lord would not know what earth-shaking thing would have done, but the man got out too fast, and the intentional person was unable to go up to save the person. The only thing everyone could pray in his heart was that he hoped that the prince would not have any trouble.

Ye Haoran frowned, took his senses from the sudden change, and calmly raised his right foot to take over the black shadow that was rolling down.

"No... the prince, his legs will be ruined." Song Guizhi was so scared that she yelled from the side, and rushed forward desperately, trying to rush Ye Haoran away.

Ye Haoran snorted coldly: "Don't come over." As soon as the childish voice fell, the black shadow was firmly caught by his right foot, and stopped rolling under his right foot. Ye Haoran raised his toes and observed the man's face.

His eyes were swollen and his face was pale. He looked like a client who was overly indulged in lust. I don’t know if he offended any master and was thrown away like this. He should still be alive.

Ye Haoran let go of his feet and exerted a little force, kicking him down again. It's like this, and living is a waste of air.

The black shadow that was about to turn into a corpse rolled downwards, and finally fell on the floor, blood flowing, and his face swollen into a fat purple-black. Ye Haoran bent down his small body slightly, patted the white pony boots with his little hands, then raised his body and took out a white silk scribble from his chest, wiped his hands, and handed it to Ling Niao beside him.

"Sister Lingniao gave it away for me." Ye Haoran said lightly and continued to go upstairs calmly.

The stunned people began to come back to their senses and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the prince was fine. As expected, he was the prince of their Ye Sheng Dynasty. He was so calm and composed at a young age, and his kung fu was surprisingly powerful.

In a corner of the third floor of Baihua Building, a black shadow stood staring at everything that happened in the lobby, with a trace of complex emotions revealed in its narrow and ghostly eyes.

"Master, is the prince of the Holy Dynasty who is looking for this night?" Behind him was a beautiful woman in white, with her lips red, her face covered with extremely thick white pink rouge, and the outlines at the corners of her eyes were extremely strange and seductive.

The black shadow's lips slid slightly: "What prince?"

His tone was faint, as if his lips had not opened at all, and his voice overflowed from his nostrils, but the words revealed extremely disdain. He never admitted the prince of Ye Sheng Dynasty.

On the stairs on the wide road, Song Guizhi was so scared that she followed her and wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Crown Prince, are you okay? Are you hurting your legs?"

Ye Haoran glanced at her: "You are quite loyal to protecting your master with your own body, but you don't know if you are loyal to me or your own Baihua Tower."
Chapter completed!