The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

After a long silence, his muffled voice came from the room: "My feet are numb and I can't move!"

Yun Zheng's breathing was heavier than usual, and his voice was trembling than usual: "Be patient, I'll move my feet first."

What is the situation?

While Lin Qingran was flustered, she felt like she couldn't laugh or cry.

The breathing from the back became hotter and hotter, panting heavily, Lin Qingran sank her body into the water a little more, and she didn't stabilize her body until her jaw was buried in the water.

The beautiful scenery in the wooden barrel once again made Yun Zheng dumbfounded. The black hair was wet like a cloud, and the white was the delicate stamen-like body faintly visible in the water. The dense mist constitutes a unique charm and thrilling beauty.

"Xiao Ran." A man's hoarse and deep voice sounded from behind, leaning towards her as if he couldn't help it, and the warm gas he exhaled sprayed on her earlobe.

Even though her body is immature and pure in this life, Lin Qingran's soul is not a young girl who doesn't know lust. She heard the element of lust in Yun Zheng's voice.

Also, with such an ambiguous scene and such an ambiguous atmosphere, as long as Yun Zheng is still a normal man, he will inevitably become lustful.

Lin Qingran was so ashamed, she could already feel his hand stretched out like water, slowly climbing up her back, she couldn't help but shivered.

I don't know if it was too nervous, or what, but his hands were very cold, very cold, and trembling. First, his fingers as cold as jade climbed up her back, and then his entire palm covered her back, up and down. stroking.

"You...you are shameless!" The girl's voice was faintly laced with crying.

The big hand stroking the back paused, the boy seemed to be frozen, he was motionless.

Lin Qingran's tears fell, not because of grievances, but as if a certain emotion that had been suppressed broke through the ground, and she couldn't resist the turbulent.

She didn't resist Yun Zheng's ambiguous actions at all, could it be... Was it a long, long time ago, she had...

This made her ashamed, even though Dugu Lin was already worthless in her heart, but she felt ashamed for her own recognition.

The boy looked at the girl's shrugging shoulders, choked up silently, and thought of the word shameless that had just come out of her lips, feeling ashamed and ashamed, but helpless, as if he had been awakened, he withdrew himself like lightning. The tall hand flashed away quickly, like a light and agile bird, slipping past the window, and in the blink of an eye, the boy's figure disappeared into the vast night, never to be seen again.

Lin Qingran cried for a long time, until the hot water in the barrel became freezing cold, then got up, put on her clothes, left the bathroom, and went to the next room.

At this time, the glazed lighting in the room was just right, and because she had just bathed, she exuded a lazy and charming style. Even though her eyes were a little red from crying, they looked more and more watery. Added another kind of cute and pitiful.

The room was quiet, and the golden openwork carved peony aromatherapy ball exuded a faint fragrance. Lin Qingran didn't disturb anyone, sitting in front of the bronze mirror by herself, twisting her hair, but her eyes were dizzy, and she didn't know where to go point.

Suddenly there was a sound of light footsteps, Lin Qingran saw the boy in the bronze mirror——the boy who had gone and returned.