Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

How could Jun Zui put her struggling in his eyes, and Jun Zui stopped her casually and kept moving.

On the purple-black desk, the little emperor with ice muscle and jade skin was pressed on the memorial. The few memorials that were just approved were not dried with cinnabar, and they were printed on her body. Together with those mottled hickeys, they became one of the two. Evidence of some kind of relationship between.

Before fainting, Jun Zui gently bit her earlobe.

"I won't let you go."

He whispered softly.

The power of Prime Minister Jun is getting stronger and stronger, whether in the court or in the army, he has steadily surpassed the current sage.

On the surface, he is still respectful to the saint, but people with long eyes can see that the one on the throne has now been emptied.

Especially the emperor did not come to the court from time to time, and his attitude was extremely lax, which caused many people to talk behind the scenes.

In fact, Ye Chuijin didn't want to, but there was no way. Prime Minister Jun was gentle and gentle on the surface, but in fact he was as fierce as a jackal, tiger and leopard. Every time he ended up tossing her until she fainted. When she opened her eyes the next day, it was not already noon. Now, it's already evening, why is she going to early morning.

During this period of time, she has also lost weight visible to the naked eye.

Ye Chuijin cried: [He is like a vixen who **** human spirits. People swear that they will ignore him in the future. 】

When the vixen came to breathe her spirit again, she forgot the vow she had made to the system.

Jun Zui was very patient, not anxious at all, and slowly rubbed her with each other.

Finally, when he brought up the topic of Israel serving him again, the tossed little emperor was slightly tempted.

Even if he refuses, he will be forced to do something like that. If he agrees, at least he has the right to fight back.

The trapped beast is fighting, not to mention the little emperor who has always been aloof.

Seeing her looseness, Jun Zui enchanted in her ear and said: "The minister will not ask the emperor to do too much, but every time I want to make friends with you, you struggle hard."

He gently held the little emperor's black bruises on his wrists, and sighed: "I can't bear to make you so miserable every time."

The little emperor neither denied nor answered.

Jun Zui had known her stubbornness a long time ago, and when she saw her tacit behavior, he was no longer polite.

He let go of the imprisoned little emperor's hand, and whispered in her ear with an agitated voice: "The emperor thinks, how can I be sincere with sex?"

The little emperor didn't move, but took a few breaths quickly, angrily wishing to kill.

But in the end, she still climbed up his neck like those favorite concubines in the harem, revealing the places that had only been touched by him.

Looking at the unobstructed scenery in front of him, Jun Zui pressed up.

He smiled silently and ironically.

You see, you resisted me when I liked you so much, but now, you can only squeeze under me.

I obviously have so many methods to let you catch it.

But at that time, why didn't you know how to cherish my likes.

The little emperor was frustrated by the toss. For the first time anyhow, he stopped struggling under him like this for the first time. Jun Zui was not so fierce. After the little emperor fell asleep, he kindly gave her medicine.

On the second day, the little emperor finally woke up before the morning.

The king was drunk and believed, and the little emperor took the household back the first time Israel served his servants.

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