The night was deep, and there was no moonlight in the sky. The air was stuffy and sticky. He could not see his face, only the dark rain clouds.
Occasionally, lightning flashes the sky, and it is faintly visible to the handsome outline of the man.
The confused Shen Yanxiang and his fingers and body on the man were familiar and fierce, making her back crispy.
She patted his shoulders gently, pulled his long hair, and said between his lips dullly: "Slowly ... yeah ... do you find me to do such a thing?
"?"
Cang Qiao laughed and hugged her, lowered her head slowly from her lips, to the corners of her lips, and kissed every inch on her face, and dumbly in her ears —
"Well, the little mother is the deepest and most desire and desire in this world, don't you always know?"
He breathed over her ears with a hot and cold breath, as if he could get into the depths of her body. Ming Lan Ruo shuddered sensitively and grasped his arm.
"Cang Qiao, do you use less to coax the emperor and coax me, you can't talk well?"
She snorted a little shame.
It is undeniable that the eunuch's words were very colorful, and it was very poke, and poke her dead point.
Cang Qiao smiled in her neck's nest: "Okay, then the little mother missed me, I haven't seen it for half a month, and I never saw you send me a love letter?"
If Ming Lan was itchy by him, he pulled his hair and squinted: "You don't write it for me. Every time you hand it in the message, it is public business, haha!"
She looked at his simple and sharp stationery, and the handwriting of Long Feifeng dance none of them had intimate words.
She was angry, and simply returned the news about public affairs.
"As a result, it is publicly held in business, but the next time the seat must be changed, the little mother will not be angry, um?" He clasped her wrist, a fine kiss, from her collarbone to the back of the neck.
He bite the belt of her bellyband gently, and pulled away slowly.
"Do you miss me? Ruo Ruo?" His voice was gentle, but he was so embarrassed.
Ming Lanruo only felt that the wet and hot lips were almost ignited on the neck, and his eyes were blocked and hugged his shoulders: "Don't make trouble here, enter the flower hall in the water ..."
"Following the life of the mother." Cang Qiao laughed and hugged her again, or asked her to sit on the arm of her arm like holding the child.
He brought her to the water pavilion with the fastest speed at the fastest speed.
Cang Qiao randomly raised his palm, popped up a line of light and strong wind, and planned to play the falling curtain.
But I didn't want to, suddenly there was a sharp hidden weapon rushing directly with murderous murderous, but it hit one place with the strong wind he popped up.
"Bang!" The hidden weapon was hit directly.
But followed by, several hidden weapons such as Tian Nu scattered flowers, and they hit him and Ming Lan.
"Be careful!" Ming Lan Ruo said sharply, and his backhand pulled out the silver needle from his hair bun and shot out of the curtain!
Cang Qiao's eyes were cold, and the murderousness was unattractive.
Later, he reversed, his fingers pinched the lotus sword tactics, fingertips made swords, and the strength of the mountains and the sea hit it towards the flower hall.
"Miss, Chitose, I am me!"
At the moment, Jingming's groaning came from the curtain!
Cang Qiao's eyebrows twisted, and the backhand retraction was stunned.
"Bang!" The pillar on the side was instantly broken, and the curtain was shaking, and it really saw some people in it.
If Ming Lan saw this, he would jump off the ground with worries: "Jing Ming, how are you, is it injured?"
Jingming hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, Miss ..."
Cang Qiao also hugged Ming Lan if she didn't let her go down, would she let her sit on her own, only low -channel: "Not only Jingming in it."
When he started to do it, he realized that there were two people in it, but he did not expect to be his own.