"I just know you a very high -profile person. You say I don't guess you, who guess it?" Ming Lan Ruo said lightly.
Except for Shangguan Yanqiao, she couldn't think of who would do this.
"I see."
Shangguan Yan Qiao gave a loud voice: "In the little mother, my Yi Rong never seemed to have succeeded. Should I be fortunate that you are not an enemy?"
His palms slipped over her delicate and flexible waist.
Ming Lan Ruo trembled and hummed: "In the future, you can't hide it. I can smell the blood of you."
With a meal, he suddenly worked slightly. He turned her over and pressed her and kissed her.
"Oh ..." She was kissed a little bit, and her breathing was a little suffocated. After a while, she patted his shoulder: "Ajo, what are you doing?"
Shangguan Yan Qiao took his body, Wu Fa fell down, and put her in his breath and shadow.
His tip of his nose was almost hanging on her nose, and she looked at her with a vulnerable look: "Can you also smell the blood on Chu Yuanbai's blood?"
Ming Lan was paused: "Yes."
Shangguan Yanqiao narrowed her eyes in danger, turned her over, pressed her slender shoulders and necks, and the whole person once again crushed behind her.
"This half a year, very happy?"
Ming Lan Ruo quickly grasped the account and snorted: "Hmm!"
The fine sweat seeping out of the eyelashes fell from the eyelashes.
This time, she was patience without saying a word, his eyes were dark and full of flames.
He no longer converged, bowed his head to bite her back neck, to do whatever he wanted, and almost disassembled her.
The sweat flowed over the eyelashes, and Ming Lan looked at the cold moon outside the window, but the corners of his lips were where he could not see, and he laughed a little pain and happily.
It's so good, he is here, warm, fierce, fierce.
She likes his anger, seems to have a vitality, and feels that he has the existence of his own body. Such a real existence can not ignore the existence.
He is alive, this is very good ... very good.
... ...
Jing Ming has already sent other guards, and she holds a sword on the tree not far away from the door.
She looked at the moonlight and sighed.
This afternoon to the evening, it is really ups and downs.
Gu Siyu is really a grandfather ...
At this point, a person suddenly walked down under the tree and paused.
She looked down at the person, instinctively converged all the breath, so as not to let the other party find that herself was on the tree.
Chen Ning stood under the tree, looked outside the door, frowned slightly, and observed the left and right: "Where did the woman go?
He originally wanted to walk to the door, but didn't take a few steps, but suddenly his ears moved slightly. The good martial arts repaired him to let him hear the unusual movement in the room.
He paused, no longer approached, folded back the quietness that he couldn't hear under the tree, holding the sword.
Jingming looked at the man under the tree unscrupulously.
Can't eat, then take a look.
Now they are like a stranger, and only occasionally work in work.
She originally thought that she would forget him soon, but how could she forget it easily every day?
She sighed softly in her heart.
The cold moon in the sky gradually obliquely west.
The person holding a sword under the tree seemed to be a little tired. When he was about to be bright, he had closed his eyes, breathing uniform and calm.
Jing Ming was stunned. This was the first time she saw Chen Ning's appearance.
He was accustomed to responsibility, although the person on duty tonight was not him.