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

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

This was the first time that Lin Qingran faced Yun Zheng's desire squarely, and for the first time knew that behind his self-made gentleness was a passion that could start a prairie fire.

Under Yun Zheng's vigorous desire, she clearly realized that this man really fell in love with her, and that's why she was dominated by desire.

This realization made Lin Qingran's heart tremble, and she didn't even know how to treat this man hugging her.

While she was in a daze, the man's lips had already covered her lips, rolling over and over again softly on her lips, the scorching breath came to her nostrils, the lips were blocked by the hot kiss, the flexible tip of the tongue invaded and stirred wantonly , tossing and turning, feeling his body heat soaking into me, crazy, desperate, extremely depressed and decisive, with a fierce desire, as if to pour all my emotions into this kiss.

Lips pressed against lips, the hot breath was entangled endlessly, kissing deeply, aggressively entangled, the raging between lips and tongue made Lin Qingran feel raw pain, the sweet and bitter taste spread in the mouth, I don't know who bit the other Lin Qingran no longer struggled in vain, and let her get what she wanted, until both of them gasped for breath and ended this absurd kiss.

Lin Qingran's mind went blank for an instant, as if she was frightened by his fierce kiss, and also by her own feelings: Why is Yun Zheng's kiss so crazy and depressing?

I don't know how long it took, Yun Zheng slowly buried her head in her trembling shoulder blades, and let out a helpless and suppressed sigh: "Xiaoran, this time..."

The voice below was too low, Lin Qingran couldn't hear clearly for a while, but he didn't miss his unusual voice.

His voice was a little desolate, a little sad, a little hopeful, a little excited, a little seductive after the fire, and a kind of joy that she couldn't see through.

There was a sharp pain in Lin Qingran's heart, his voice seemed to be cursed, and hit her heart so hard that she almost couldn't breathe: How could such a weak tone come from Yun Zheng's mouth?Her Yunzheng...how could the always arrogant Yunzheng have such a humble tone?

The original embarrassment, the original anger, actually disappeared at this moment, leaving only a slight heartache.

In the quiet darkness, rustling sounds sounded, showing the departure of the pair of wild mandarin ducks, but the two of them were still so tightly stuck together, cuddling each other in the darkness.

"Yun Zheng, let's go back!" After a long time, Lin Qingran spoke slowly, with some **** meaning.

"Xiaoran, you...want me, okay?" The man's voice was like soaking in mellow fine wine, but trembling in the hoarseness.

Want him?

Lin Qingran trembled for a moment, then tensed again, and after a while, she said softly: "Yun Zheng, it's too dark here, let's go out and talk!"

Yunzheng is special, Lin Qingran knows that in her heart, Yunzheng is different, but what to do, her heart is riddled with holes, and her love has long been exhausted, so she can still afford Yunzheng. Do Zheng want the love?

How can she want him like this?

Her Yunzheng is so good, how could she be willing to use her ugly and scarred heart to tarnish his nobility.

Yun Zheng deserves a better woman.