"Fool," Ling Mulao slowly raised his eyebrows, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but when Nangong Yi's breath fell, he frowned, "Why did you drink, such a heavy drink..."

Before he could finish his words of blame, Nangong Yi suddenly lowered his head and kissed the soft and warm lips fiercely.

Deeply seize, **** the fragrance that belongs exclusively to Ling Mulao's teeth.

After not seeing each other for a few days, this small hug had already made Ling Mulao feel crazy. Such a domineering and passionate kiss at this moment made her even more excited.

Irresistible, Nangong Yi is Ling Mulao's poppy flower. Even if it is poisonous, he can only grab it without stopping.

Gently standing on tiptoes, Ling Mulao's slender arms dragged Nangong Yi's neck, raised his head and responded affectionately to the other person's wanton lust.

The cold palms gradually became hot, and the warmth and innocence roamed over the most sensitive parts of the body, arousing a little bit of heat, and the threads lingered.

The room was filled with darkness, and the floor was covered with wet clothes that had faded away. Barefoot stepped forward step by step, his strong upper arms crossed his arms to pick up the delicate body, and he walked up to her.

Groan|Oh sound.

I don’t know if it was the long-term longing, the influence of alcohol, or the fear in my heart. The **** that night became more and more intense in the heavy rain.

The night is ferocious and spreading, but love is wanton and crazy.

The next day.

In the east, the sky gradually turns white.

The rain stopped at some point.

Withered yellow leaves piled up in layers all over the garden, making the already bare branches even more desolate.

The wind was blowing loudly, and after a heavy rain, the air became even colder, blowing straight to the bones.

Lying on the warm bed, Ling Mulao blinked her eyelashes slightly, subconsciously moved her weak body, and then turned over to hug the man next to her.

However, this stretch of arms turned out to be empty.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Ling Muchao realized that his pillow was empty. Nangong Yi had quietly left at some point, leaving almost no trace except for a note.

Opening the note, Ling Mulao had already stayed in the fantasy world for three months. She always learned things quickly, so she could understand the words on it at a glance, "Honey, good morning, wait for me~"

It was such a simple seven words, but Ling Mulao stared blankly at the note for several minutes, wishing he could see through it.

A smile slowly overflowed from the corners of her lips, and her amber pupils radiated bright light, so beautiful that they couldn't be imagined.

Although the moment she opened her eyes, she felt disappointed because she didn't see Nangong Yi, but this note made her mood immediately improve.

Leaning against the head of the bed with her sore arms, Ling Mulao subconsciously glanced at the dense hickeys on her fair skin and couldn't help but blush.

Yesterday's excitement and enthusiasm, the moans and groans of yesterday were still echoing in my ears, and the mist of love was still swaying in front of my eyes. I never thought that as cold as she was, she was also a fujoshi.

Ling Mulao shook his head slightly, raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, then stood up and grabbed the clothes that Nangong Yi had placed by his pillow earlier, and quickly put them on.

Ling Mulao, who was washing and dressing up and sitting in front of the bronze mirror, always had a warm smile on her lips, and the light of happiness could not be concealed no matter how hard she tried.

"Princess, what kind of dream did you have last night that makes you so happy today?" Qinghua was holding Ling Mulao's hair in a bun. Seeing her smiling so happily, she couldn't help but ask with a smile.
Chapter completed!