Chapter 223: Sleep with you: Do what you didn't finish yesterday
You'er continued to repeat that sentence without fear of death. She wanted to hear the answer and hear him say it to her personally.
"Yes, I'm afraid. Yu Yishan, are you satisfied?"
Nangong also growled, what on earth is this dead woman thinking?
"Also, call me your son——"
You'er's small hand hooked his neck, her charming eyes were like silk, and she slowly came to his ear, breathing like orchid, and said softly, she is not Yu Yishan, she wants to hear him call her name, You'er,
Qin Youer.
"Your son——"
Nangong Yi murmured, "How could he let go of the docile little sheep that Wenxiang Runyu offered to her on his own initiative? This woman is becoming more and more courageous. He is not Liu Xiahui, but he is not a gentleman who can sit back and relax."
With a strong force, the right boy was pushed down to the ground. That handsome and unusually handsome face came closer, and then came closer.
The right girl raised the corners of her mouth slightly, looking at someone's face that was getting bigger and bigger. The white porcelain-like smooth and delicate skin that could make countless female companions jealous and crazy, so smooth that no pores could be seen. She could feel his lightness.
The fluttering eyelashes gently swept her cheeks, and the tall nose was so close to her. As long as she moved slightly, her lips could touch the tip of his nose.
However, he suddenly stopped all his movements, and finally, with a low sigh, he placed a feather-like kiss on her forehead.
"Pig, I'll sleep with you!"
Nangong also smiled evilly and pulled up the quilt to wrap the two of them completely.
Being held in his arms, listening to the low and powerful heartbeat, and smelling the familiar fragrance of lavender, Youer didn't ask anything. She was really a little tired, and fell asleep after a while, sleeping soundly.
, the smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared.
Nangong also looked at the man in his arms with satisfaction. A pig was a pig. After a while, he fell asleep.
Sunlight shone into the room through the window. You'er slowly opened his eyes, yawned, and wanted to move his muscles, but found that he couldn't move.
"Dead iceberg, wake up——"
You'er then remembered that she slept with Bingshan yesterday, and that Bingshan was still hugging her.
"You're awake, right son, should we continue to do what we didn't finish yesterday?"
Nangong Yi smiled evilly, his poppy-red thin lips gently opening and closing. That smile was like a rose in the dark night, enchanting and beautiful.
"What's unfinished?"
You'er didn't understand, but he just intuitively felt that what he said was definitely not a good thing.