"Ass!" she answered seriously.

"...Is it okay to carry Your Majesty to lie on the soft couch?" Junyan's flushing was not gone, and he looked like a tone of discussion.

"Not good!" Just kidding, how could the cute guy who came to the door deserve her title of female gangster if he didn't tease him well?

"..." Can he take his leave first? Maybe he shouldn't have come at all.

"It hurts, woo." She stepped on his fatal hole and began to cry, crying, and you will surrender if you don't believe me!

"Then, what do you want to do?" He reluctantly looked up. He no longer cared about letting her see the cramping in his eyes at this moment.

"Rugged~" the watery eyes blinked and replied in a proper tone.

"..." Is it too late to return it now?

“~tot~”

"...Okay, I'll rub it." He couldn't stand her crying, so he surrendered immediately. Anyway, his relationship with her was no longer simple, so why bother her?

(Your friend [Wife and Slave Beauty] is online)

Yan Junqing held her waist with one hand and picked her up a little, hesitating again and again, again and again... In short, he sighed, and held her round **** with his other hand, not daring to be presumptuous, corrected his posture, and slowly rubbed it with no evil thoughts.

Ye Jiangxue's butt really hurts. After all, she fell from the imperial study a few days ago and had not yet been able to wait for the old injury to recover. She fell again today. The new injury and the old injury were added. It was fake to say that it didn't hurt. She originally just wanted to tease Yan Junqing, but she didn't expect that he really kneaded it for herself. What she didn't expect was that his technique was gentle, slowly stretched out and perhaps the swelling that had been blood stasis, alleviating the pain.

She looked down and saw that the man in white court uniform was hanging down his face, his long hair seemed like a silver waterfall, graceful and elegant, straight and gorgeous.

Biyun once said that Yan Junqing's hair color was not silvery, but as dark as a normal person... Then, it should be the injury and poison he had suffered, which made him change his hair color.

Three thousand snow silks, like a banished immortal.

Under the silver practice, the long black eyebrows are elegant and slender, and the feather eyelashes are amazingly long. They fly up slanted like butterflies wings. At the bottom are the narrow phoenix eyes.

Yiheng's pupils were so serious, but after watching them for a long time, he would have an illusion. Perhaps, his eyes were not pure black, but purple with purple in black, very dark purple, not easy to detect, or even not easy to confirm, because his long eyelashes drooped, and when he looked at her in a blink of an eye, it was clearly the ultimate black...

Yan Junqing rubbed her pink buttocks, but she didn't see the little fox talking for a long time. Then she looked up slightly and looked at her for a while and found that she was trance to her... She couldn't help but smile, "Your Majesty, does it still hurt?"

She was slightly stunned, shook her head, thought for a while, and nodded again.

Not sure whether she felt pain or not, Yan Junqing reduced her strength by two points, and as if it was not possible, he put his arm around her shoulders, asked her to lean against him, lowered his head, and was only as good as her. He smiled gently, "If your Majesty is in pain, tell me, where are you here, huh?"

Ye Jiangxue slowly raised her eyelashes, and her dark and transparent eyes looked straight at him. She looked for the faint purple that seemed to be an illusion in his eyes. After searching for it, she only found herself, the full, clear self he was looking at.

I'm here.

He kept saying that.
Chapter completed!