"I fainted last night, what can I do? It's you, it must be you! Bad Xi'er, you have to take responsibility!"

Duan Muming was pinned down by her, with her upper body naked and her lower body wearing only a pair of obscene pants.

Jun Qianxi's clothes had also been taken off, leaving only her close-fitting bellyband. She was sitting on his waist with extraordinary boldness.

In this way, it seemed that she had really forced herself on him.

She kept pressing her head, thinking about what happened last night. She only remembered that she fell asleep.

Could it be that he really couldn't suppress the urge in his heart and got rid of this monster?

But she doesn't feel any pain!

Damn it, it must be this man's fault.

After giving him the color, he opened a dyeing workshop. Do you really think that she, Jun Qianxi, is made of clay? Besides, even if she is made of clay, there is still a third of fire!

She snorted coldly, and began to lightly trace his breast with her long fingers, then stopped at the bright red spot and circled it.

She lowered her body, and the spring light on her chest suddenly appeared.

Feeling his body tightening, Jun Qianxi curved the corner of her mouth, blew into his ear, and whispered: "Duanmu Ming, you said you want me to be responsible, right?"

"Um!"

"But I didn't feel what happened last night! How about doing it again while the weather is good now?"

Jun Qianxi said, taking out a rope from the space ring. It must be said that he really prepared all the props.

This rope is called the spirit-binding rope. As long as you are tied by it, you can never break free because it can continuously absorb spiritual energy.

She grabbed his hands and placed them on top of his head, then tied them with a spiritual rope and tied them to the head of the bed.

Then, a small silver leather whip appeared in her hand. She didn't know what material it was made of, but the barbs on it must have made the person being whipped feel very good.

Fortunately, there are candles too.

"Xi'er, what do you want to do?"

Duan Muming watched her take out the things he had prepared for her with a puzzled expression on her face.

"What do you think I want to do?"

Jun Qianxi lit a candle, waved the whip, and slapped it beside him with a snap.

Duan Muming looked at her carefully. This bundle of spiritual ropes was for her self-defense. The whip was made of dragon tendon and black iron and was used as a weapon for her. The candle was used to prevent her from sleeping in the dark.

For lighting.

Why did she take out these things?

He thought for a long time and finally shook his head.

"Don't you want me to be responsible? As long as you are pregnant, I will be responsible!"

After finishing speaking, Jun Qianxi took the candle and dropped the candle oil on him. Seeing that he was trembling all over, she asked, "How do you feel?"

"Hot!" Duan Muming replied very honestly.

The corner of Jun Qianxi's mouth twitched, and the whip fell beside him with a "snap": "Do you feel good?"

Duan Muming finally came to his senses and finally understood what Jun Qianxi meant.

The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he looked at the queen-like person sitting on him, with her head slightly raised, and said: "So Xi'er wants to make me feel good?"

As he spoke, he moved his hands, and the bundle of spiritual ropes was immediately untied from his wrists.

"My Xi'er is really kind. In fact, it's really easy to make me happy, like this!"

As he spoke, he directly held her waist, turned her over and pressed her under him, and then put his red lips on her.

Jun Qianxi's eyes widened suddenly. How could this damn monster regain his strength so quickly?
Chapter completed!