Chapter 743 The Weird Shadow (1)

"Leng Shuimo, I don't need your protection!"

Yun Yiran clenched his fists, his eyes full of anger: "I don't need your life, pay mine back!"

"Why not?"

The cold ink colored eyes were filled with a cold light, and the red clothes on her body seemed to have dimmed at that moment.

However, the emotion was only for a moment, and he squinted his eyes and pulled Yun Yiran into his arms again: "I think I need it if I need it, and I don't need it if I don't need it. You only have the right to accept it, but you have no right to refuse it!"

Hearing this, Yun Yiran became even more angry, she gritted her teeth and said slowly: "Leng Shui Mo, you think I am..."

In the next second, Leng Shui Mo had already sealed Yun Yiran's lips domineeringly, and began to ask for it continuously.

Yun Yiran was in anger, so it was impossible to wait honestly, so the movement of resistance was extremely fierce, and his fists kept hitting Leng Shuimo's chest like raindrops!
"Bang bang bang!"

One sound after another, it can be said that each stroke is extremely forceful.

However, Leng Shuimo's movements did not relax at all, but the hand that imprisoned Yun Yiran became even tighter...

……

In contrast.

The ghost-faced men guarding outside looked at each other and smiled when they heard the movement inside.

One person couldn't help whispering: "Lord Mozun is really mighty!"

"That's right! I don't know if the Concubine Mo can bear this movement?"

"Hush, don't disturb them with your words, we are still waiting for the little devil to be born!"

Then, several people fell into silence, but their ears were pricked up one after another, listening to the movement inside seriously, and with the sound of bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang sound, which brought them all into a strange state Excited state!
……

inside the house.

Sparks filled the air.

The surrounding air seemed to stop flowing.

I saw that Leng Shuimo's eyes were closed tightly, his fan-like eyelashes were constantly trembling, his hands were like pincers imprisoning Yun Yiran, and his cold lips kept lingering between her lips, it seemed that such a request could not make him feel angry at all. Satisfied, a pair of hands also began to walk continuously.

The rough and direct actions and appearance are like a crazy beast, and Yun Yiran has no right to refuse at all.

Yun Yiran's face turned red, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of anger or shyness. She just kept reaching out her hand to dab the cold ink, and she kept yelling: "Leng ink, you... go..." As soon as the words came out, However, she found that the tone of her voice had become panting, without the slightest indifference of the past.

Such a situation made her face feel hot and uncomfortable, but she could clearly feel that her body's resistance movements became smaller and smaller, and sometimes she instinctively went to cater to the cold ink.

This feeling of being out of control made Yun Yiran even more ashamed and at home!
Leng Shuimo stopped his movements and looked at Yun Yiran below him. Her cheeks were as rosy as an apple, and her eyes were no longer clear but blurred. This appearance immediately made him feel extremely satisfied.

The corners of his lips raised slightly for a moment: "Madam, you can't change what this deity decides, so why don't you just try to accept it like this?" As he spoke, his fingertips brushed across Yun Yiran's towering place.

"..."

A shuddering feeling ran through her body.

Yun Yiran looked at Leng Shuimo, clenched his fists tightly...

(End of this chapter)

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