Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 747 Mrs. Mine (73)

When he looked again, he saw her squatting in front of him.

Those peach blossom eyes full of concern were so clear that they could almost completely reflect his distressed appearance.

Incomparably beautiful, it was as gentle as if a bucket of oil had been poured on his body. In an instant, the suppressed temperature on his body began to rise crazily.

His rationality collapsed in an instant, and his consciousness was hazy, leaving only the instinct to seek coolness.

"Help me." He said at that time.

Because at that time, his throat seemed to be about to burn.

Or rather, his whole body seemed to be on fire.

Mania and the desire to vent crushed his last bit of reason like a mountain.

At that time, the idea of ​​still wanting to resist flashed through his mind.

But soon, she carried him on her back, and the cool temperature spread from her body.

There was a vague fragrance of flowers, like a fairy with spiritual consciousness, through his nose, it penetrated deeply into his body.

That kind of taste, like poppy, makes people addicted to the extreme.

His whole body was shaking, uncontrollably.

Not because of fear, nor because of anger, but because...he has been stimulated to the extreme.

Therefore, the little bit of clarity left in my mind has already been useless.

His body softened completely, following his instinct, he chose to break the jar.

He didn't even have time to take a closer look at the person who took him away.

When my mind was muddled, I only remembered her beautiful peach eyes mixed with caring.

Soft, brighter than the vast starry sky in the sky.

What happened after that was also what she saw.

Something like that happened between two people.

In fact, his sanity was gradually recovering in the second half of the night.

He saw her appearance clearly, she was too gorgeous and charming, as beautiful as a rose blooming proudly under the sunset.

Clinging to him, the porcelain-white shoulder was dazzlingly white.

He could have pushed her away, but...
At that time, he didn't know what it was because of his psychology. He turned over with dark eyes and stood up.

Turning against customers, he vented everything on her.

While his lips and teeth were blending, he firmly held her hand, not allowing her to struggle.

Hard and heavy, more intense than the first half of the night.

Her extremely charming peach eyes were half closed, and the rippling water in them shone like tears.

He kissed the corners of her eyes, and looked at her eyes that were already lost in focus, and he didn't even have the strength to moan.

What was his psychology at the time?

Rong Li looked at the woman in his arms with a calm expression.

At that time, he was thinking that what the ancients said--to die under the peony flower, to be a ghost is to be romantic, this sentence was actually true.

The ultimate happiness has reached unprecedented heights.

He never thought that his body could be so happy and comfortable.

Maybe it was because of the medicine, or maybe it was because of something else. At that time, he already wished he could melt into her body completely.

Even, it is worth dying on her body.

Such a thought flashed by, and then was infinitely magnified.

Finally, at dawn, he hugged her and fell into a deep sleep.

Even though the air is filled with an extremely ambiguous smell, there is no need to care about it anymore.

Probably, it was finally broken.

"Si Si."

The little goblin who dozed off slightly moved her eyeballs, and let out a lazy hum from her nasal voice.

(End of this chapter)