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

Lin Qingran only hated why God didn't strike her with thunder and knocked her unconscious, which was better than the current situation.

The breathing of the man hugging her became more and more rapid as the battle between the pair of wild mandarin ducks became more and more rapid, his whole body was scalding hot, and even the breath he exhaled felt on his neck was like a flame, as if it was going to set people on fire.

Isn't this a good sign?

Lin Qingran moved her body, but after a little movement, she found something pressing against her back.

With a bang, she was completely petrified now. No matter how dull she was, she knew what that hard thing was. What's more, she was not an innocent little girl in her previous life.

Struggling hastily, as if trying to break free from the confinement of the person behind her, she found that her struggle made the hard thing stiffer in an instant, like a sharp knife against her body, which may explode at any time .

The earlobe was caught by someone in the next moment, and she bit it lightly, a current hit her body, she almost screamed, but the man's big hand covered her lips, and the warm breath sprayed on her ear .

"Ran'er!" His voice was low and hoarse, with depression and forbearance.

No matter how dull Lin Qingran was, she could still react. This man was stimulated by the love in front of him.

"Woooo..." She nibbled his big hand covering her lips, but this action made the man even more excited. Lin Qingran obviously felt his body tremble, trembling slightly.

Lin Qingran tried her best to support his chest with her elbows, trying to widen the distance between the two, but the man looked thin, but his strength was not small, like Mount Tai, hard to shake, the result of this struggle was in exchange for him more powerful suppression.

Lin Qingran was dizzy from the predicament in front of her, panicked, and stammered: "Let...let go...open...open..."

The man's voice was low and hoarse: "Don't let go!" It was clean and neat.

The ambiguous movements outside stopped suddenly, and a woman's charming and coquettish voice was heard: "...There are...some voices..."

The man gasped for breath, listened carefully, and said, "Honey, where is the voice? This is the forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace. How can anyone dare to come..." After the sound fell, there was another fierce entanglement of the storm.

Lin Qingran naturally didn't dare to open her mouth to make another sound after this movement, but Yun Zheng became more and more rampant, her big hands were like sparks from a prairie fire, climbing up from her slender waist, igniting the fire all the way, causing Lin Qing Qingran's delicate body trembled faintly, and the muscles all over her body were tense.

"Xiaoran, you have to bear with it. If you alarm others, what should you do?"

His voice was very low, but it was a bit joking, but it was really gentle as water. The hand that climbed up to her plump breasts could also be gentle, but the other hand that held her waist was so gentle. Strong and powerful, it firmly anchored her body that was weak due to tension, and strongly imprisoned her in his arms, making her feel his excitement clearly.

When he spoke, the warm breath sprayed on her skin, causing her goosebumps to spread rapidly.

"You...you...shameless!" Kneading the big hands on her chest, she ignored the pair of fiercely fighting wild mandarin ducks, and turned her head angrily, with an air of embarrassment turning into anger spreading all over her body.

Lin Qingran wanted to cry without tears, and despised herself once again: Sure enough, men are animals that think with their lower bodies, they can't control their desires, and they are in heat everywhere.

How could she have thought that Yun Zheng was a cold and ascetic gentleman, it turned out that after lifting the veil, he would be tempted by lust just like those men.