The Demon Lord frowned, as if he didn't like hearing him talk about other women at this time.
But maybe she felt that Hongzhuang was not a big threat to her, and nothing happened.
"She's just an insignificant succubus killer. If you want to save her life, that's fine."
The drizzle sprinkles the green bamboo in the garden, and the gurgling sound is like moist rain falling into the palms, and like small fish falling into the sea, which derives the meaning of vastness and abundance.
Baili'an hummed absentmindedly, and the skin of her slim waist pressed by her palms was covered with a thin layer of sweat, making her hands especially slippery and soft.
He could barely suppress the woman's frightened and trembling movements.
He turned his eyes somewhat rigidly and looked at His Majesty the Demon Lord beside the couch, with an uncontrollable trembling in his voice: "It's getting late, Your Majesty, why don't you go back to the palace early to sleep and rest?"
In the quilt, one arm was hugged tightly by Ning Feiyan, and the cold arm sank into the warm and soft body temperature. The feeling was very comfortable, but Bai Lian had no intention of experiencing this comfort.
All he knew was that if the female devil didn't leave, he didn't know how long he could last.
At this moment, the female demon king did not continue to mess around, but fell into a brief silence.
After a while, like a lazy cat, she turned over on the couch, propped up the bed with both hands, and knelt down beside Balian.
A charming and unparalleled face came closer, and her gleaming eyes fell directly on Bai Lian's lips.
"Kiss me."
Balian's breath caught in his throat, thinking he was hallucinating: "Wha...what?"
The female devil turned half of her face and said, "Kiss me and I will go back to sleep tonight."
As if she was afraid that Balian would not agree, she quickly pointed at the exquisite birdcage on the bed table: "I gave you the bird."
If it were in the past, he would never have done such a frivolous and romantic thing even if he had broken Balian's bones, not to mention that the target was the king of the demon world.
However, the situation at this moment did not allow him to continue to act proudly. Balian, who was tortured by these two female demons, just wanted to send her away as soon as possible.
He raised his head from under the quilt, and Balian kissed the female devil on the cheek very simply.
I was still worried that she wasn't satisfied enough. The kiss was so solid that I gave him a sip.
The movements may have been a little too heavy, and her white cheeks were all red from sucking.
Maybe he didn't expect Balian to be happy at all. The female devil held her side face in her hands with a dazed look on her face, and the fair skin on her earlobes quickly turned red.
Seeing that she didn't move, Balian just covered her cheeks and slowly lowered her head. The black hair on her shoulders slowly fell down, hiding her face and making it impossible to see any expression.
Do you think kissing on the face is too perfunctory?
At the moment when he was struggling, the little wild cat under him was almost unable to suppress himself. Balian remained calm and did nothing.
One hand reached out from the quilt, pinched the female devil's warm and delicate chin, and raised her face forcefully.
The pads of his thumbs gently stroked her slightly parted lips, and he raised his body, not allowing the female devil to react at all, and immediately blocked her rapid breathing.
Across the night, the female devil's deep, jewel-like pupils turned from shallow to thick, and the scene in her eyes seemed to be frozen in place all of a sudden.
There is still rosiness between the white snow cheeks, with a little unbelievable joy.
The female devil who was half-kneeling on the bed suddenly lost her consciousness, and her whole body was about to turn into a puddle of water. She held her shoulders with both hands, and pinched a rouge-colored red mark at the end of her eyes. Such a delicate appearance was unreasonably annoying.
Pity.
Their lips parted for a long time, and both of them had an ambiguous red color. Facing the female devil's straight, moist eyes, Balian tilted his head slightly unnaturally: "Go back to sleep?"
The female devil touched the place where his fingers pinched her chin.
How does it feel moist and moist?
Her brain had already turned into a ball of mush, causing her to lose her ability to think.
The female devil was in a state of despair, but her vague voice suppressed the unconcealable shyness and trembling of joy: "Well, go back to sleep...go back to sleep..."
After saying that, he hurriedly turned over and fell out of the bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes and socks. He looked like a little thief stealing fragrance and jade in the dark and returning home with a full load.
When he stepped through the palace gate, he stumbled over the very short doorstep, and the King of the Realm almost fell to his face without any image.
Balian tightened his consciousness and sensed the Demon Lord's aura with great concentration. Only when he was completely sure that she really left did Balian suddenly lift the quilt.
Ning Feiyan was curled up on the messy and wrinkled bed, her two slender jade arms tightly hugging Bai Lian's waist.
The large purple clothes on her body slipped off at some point, revealing her snowy shoulders and jade arms.
She was breathing softly and looked particularly enchanting, like a dewy pear blossom, with blurred water waves in her half-closed and half-opened eyes.
Balian looked down with a dark face, and saw that there were teeth marks on his waist that looked like mottled wounds, and they were spread all over his waist.
He shook his head vigorously and rubbed his right hand unconsciously on the bed. He quickly took his clothes and put them on, intending to pour a cup of herbal tea on the case and splash it on Ning Feiyan's face.
But before he could get up, Balian's little finger was gently hooked by a slender little finger extended by Ning Feiyan. She gasped for breath and hooked gently, as if hooking the only one.
life-saving straw.
Now that I listened carefully to that unintentional gentle panting sound, it was indeed somewhat in tune with the soft tones of a cat.
Balian was startled by her move and couldn't help but lower his head and look towards her.
Succubi have always had difficulty controlling their self-esteem and emotions.
At this time, Ning Feiyan's wet eyes contained a bit of embarrassment and unbearableness, and her sweat-stained cheeks were buried deeply on the soft couch.
But she seemed to be still clinging to the last bit of stubbornness and dignity, instead of asking for help.
The little finger that hooked Balian's little finger trembled slightly, as if it could be loosened with a slight twist.
Balian looked at the tea cup on the table in silence for a long time, and finally sighed softly, curled up his little finger and hooked hers tightly, pulled it gently, and said in a clear voice, "Come here."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ning Feiyan's blurry eyes were slightly startled, as if he was surprised by his gentle voice.
She slowly raised her pretty face with a bit of forbearance, feeling seductive in the moment of emotion. Her teeth chattered loudly as she slowly crawled towards him.
The whole person was as docile as a furry kitten, lying quietly on Balian's lap, with red eyes.
A cool breeze entered the room, blowing the bed curtains.
Balian stretched out his hand and gently stroked the soft black hair covering her back, as if he were soothing a frightened kitten.
Ning Feiyan never liked being touched by others, but her succubus body really liked the touch of that hand. She narrowed her eyes and hummed, her appearance becoming more docile and well-behaved.
She couldn't help but rub her cheek gently against Bai Lian's thigh, her back was slightly arched, and she inadvertently proudly showed off her elegant and graceful waist curve.
Gradually, it seemed that just touching her hair was not enough to satisfy her. Ning Feiyan raised her pretty face, her white throat slid, and made a soft and uneasy sound.
Balian was a little at a loss. He took back the palm that fell between her hair and gently wiped her hot cheeks. The cold body temperature seemed to give her some comfort in an instant.
Ning Feiyan put her chin in his palm and rubbed it.
Balian, who had never seen her look like this before, couldn't help laughing.
Perhaps this is also an innate ability of the succubus clan, that gaze is too guiding and suggestive.
Even Bailian, who was not very involved in Fengyue matters, seemed to understand something.
He slowly took out his slender index finger, tapped it lightly on the tip of her jade-white nose, and asked with a bit of tentativeness: "This?"
Ning Feiyan half-propped her body up and leaned softly into his arms, her cheeks buried in his chest, her two trembling little hands grasped the loose skirts of his clothes on both sides, and she said a dull 'hmm' in her voice.
.
The voice was so charming that it almost made her cry.
The dim light floated in the hall, and it was extremely quiet.
Baili looked at her quietly, reached out and patted the back of her hand. After the two fingers slowly separated, he stood up and lit the stove to warm the tea, added a cup to the cup, and brought a cup of hot and misty tea.
At the bedside.
Ning Feiyan wanted to pretend to be asleep and do the job, but when she heard the subtle footsteps under the bed, she couldn't help but raise her eyes and looked directly into Bai Lian's dark eyes.
Her heart was slightly confused, and she knew that pretending to be asleep was useless. Ning Feiyan hugged the soft pillow in her arms tightly, biting her fingernails, and frowning solemnly.
I thought that the shy young man would just leave.
Who would have thought that he took a new sash from the closet, tidied up his appearance, and then sat on the edge of the bed with a well-dressed look.
He took a bowl of warm tea, handed it to her, and said, "Would you like to take a sip of hot tea to help you feel better?"
Ning Feiyan subconsciously resisted his affectionate behavior and frowned subconsciously: "I'm not thirsty."
The words came out, but they were so hoarse that they didn't look like anything.
Balian frowned and said in an unusually serious voice, "Drink it."
This kid was squeezing his nose and face. Ning Feiyan was about to give a lesson, but her eyes suddenly focused on his fingertips holding tea.
He was holding the tea very steadily, so where did the wetness on his fingertips come from.
Ning Feiyan's face turned red and she lost all her momentum. She awkwardly hugged the pillow tightly and moved her head over to sip the cup of tea in his hand.
Even she herself had never realized that her behavior at this moment was very much like a well-kept pet.
Soon, the cup of tea was empty.
The dry and hot throat is warm and warm, which is indeed very comfortable.
Ning Feiyan licked her lips and was about to speak.
On the other end, Baili An put down the empty cup steadily, rested his elbows on his knees, and looked at Ning Feiyan with his palms on his chin, his eyes revealing an elusive meaning:
"On such an important day, instead of going back to the palace to stay well, you come to my place to eat broad beans and eat melon seeds, but are you having a great time?"
There was no sarcasm in the words, they were mostly ridiculing, but even so, it was enough to make Ning Feiyan speechless.
It's just that she behaves like a little woman over and over again because of shame. This is not her style at all.
She Ning Feiyan, even if she fails completely, she still has to deal with everything perfectly and calmly.
"Enjoy yourself? I don't know if Young Master Si Chen is too confident or looks down on me." Her charming eyes, still full of excitement, slid down, fell on his hand, and said with a mocking smile: "This can make people enjoy themselves to the fullest.
Already?"
Balian laughed angrily. This kind of dog who doesn't recognize people when he puts on a skirt is really annoying.
He raised his hand as if to slap her on the head to punish her. Ning Feiyan was not afraid at all, but she shrank her head as if she was scared and timid.
The forceful movement of Balian's palm fell suddenly became lighter, and he changed the direction. He retracted his palm and hooked his little finger lightly.
He gently hooked the little finger of Ning Feiyan's hand holding the pillow.
He looked at her with a half-smile and asked, "Really?"
The words were soft and slow, as if Hong Yu was seducing him. When Ning Feiyan heard this, he felt his heart tremble slightly and itched again, but it seemed that he couldn't scratch the itch.
Too careless.
This guy has a face as gentle and clean as a scholar, but when he talks, he is more like a little goblin who has just come down from the mountain and transformed into the skin of a scholar. He is very seductive.
Ning Feiyan was very disdainful, thinking that these were all leftover scraps from her fun, yet he dared to do anything in front of her.
After giving it a contemptuous look in her heart, she never noticed that her little finger had pulled back with force at some point.
She tilted her cheek and hummed softly: "Although your craftsmanship is a bit poor, the tea is quite delicious."
Balian laughed softly.
Ning Feiyan glared at him slightly angrily: "Don't tell anyone what happened today!"
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