The Anarchic Consort

"Because he has a thought that he shouldn't have started." Bai Lijiajue pushed Helen Weiwei with his fingers, and his eyes were so heavy that he dared to look at his prey with such a gaze. How could such a person stay?

"What about Murong's family?" Helen Weiwei felt that this person was more and more abandoning her, and she would push her away if she asked.

The Bailijiajue looked at her coldly: "Do you think that this temple will leave you with a person you once liked, and the temple is not so kind." Killing one is also killing, killing two is also killing, it is better to do it all. It’s gone, and it’s trouble later.

Helen Weiwei stunned and then smiled: "It turned out to be jealous. This is not a rush to the crown." She said, she touched the mirror from the sleeping little seven, and took photos. Then nodded: "It's really beautiful."

"The temple also feels that this face is too swaying." Bai Lijiajue held a hand on his side face, and a hand emptied out her cheek: "You said that destroying it is not a hassle."

Helen Weiwei's claws were stiff, no longer noisy, and he buried his head and began to eat.

Half of it was really unbearable, and asked: "What about the emperor? You have raised so many Shadow Guards, actually in order to be able to deal with him one day?"

"No, if it wasn't for him to put his mind on you and swallow the heavens, this temple would not let the shadow guards encircle the palace." The movement of the Bailijiajue is still elegant and elegant, and I can't see any devil in him. Mark of.

However, Helen Weiwei still feels strange: "So can you bear it? It's not like your style."

The Barry Gregory looked at her again, and slowly put down the bamboo chopsticks. One hand rested on the back of her chair, and the body leaned back. The posture was very domineering: "And a person who knows that he will die has What is good."

Helian Weiwei: ... It turned out to be like this, she was a bit speechless!

"Is it finished?" Barry Gregory picked up her chin and ordered her empty bowl. She reached out and greeted the palace, and let them hold the little seven.

Helen Weiwei discovered that he had finished eating the second bowl of rice.

When did she become so ok?

More sadly, she actually felt that she was not full!

"A new bowl." Helen Weiwei said to herself that after eating this bowl, she must stop.

It was indeed stopped, but she wanted to eat pastries and oranges after dinner. When she picked the cakes, she didn’t want to let her go.

The Bailijiajue threw an orange to her, which means it is obvious, let her eat.

Forget it, she did not expect a certain gentleman to be gentle, although the other half of the overbearing president is relatively gentle, who let her belong to the arrogant and cold system.

Helen Weiwei thought about it, while peeling the orange peel sideways, she was lazy, and when she could lie down, of course she wouldn’t stand, so she was nestled in a mane carved chaise longue, wearing ancient clothes. The nightgown has a large cuff. When she reaches out, she will reveal the jade-like arm, and with her own temperament, the whole person will feel lazy like a cat, very charming.

This head, Helian Weiwei did not realize how many people in this position, and still said: "The plum cake has no sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

The Baili Jiajue had already untied the mane cloak on his body and threw it to the palace man with the fruit on his side: "You all go down, this has the temple."

"Yes." The palace people coveted, and the steps stepped back, very understanding of the rules.

Helian Weiwei didn't care. Anyway, she liked to watch her every move. She liked to stay like this. After eating the last orange in her hand, she couldn't help but yawn. Without a sound, I saw the Bailijiajue walking over with a chain of black ice.

Helen Weiwei yawned his hand and suddenly did not respond, he was pressed into the soft mane by his arm.

He smiled and smiled at the thin lips: "The original temple did not intend to tie you, but listening to what you mean today in the Qing Palace, it seems that I like to be tied, and the temple has to comply with your request."

Who would like to be tied! "I said it casually, you can't do it without hearing it?" Helen Weiwei said as he tried to roll over and flee.

But Bai Lijiajue grabbed her lower back and took her whole back, letting her sit on her lap, and her tone was a little careless: "No, who makes me stingy, no one, no vengeance." It’s hard.”

Helen Weiwei: ...this is not all over the story! Why are you still mentioning now!

"Oh, don't move." Bai Lijiajue said in a low voice, her thin lips were just behind her ear: "You will be very comfortable."

When Helen Weiwei’s body trembled and the sensation of numbness came from the ear, the Baili Jiajue had already started, and slowly tied her hands with an iron chain. After the tie, she did not give her any time to think...

Almost the next second!

Her robe was picked up by him, and the gravel's fingertips wandered around bare skin.

Helen Weiwei couldn't help but shudder, but it couldn't resist the man's siege. Because of his movements, she seemed to be suffocating, her ears were hot and hot, and her mind was full of snow, losing all her thinking ability behind her. The tall body is getting hotter and hotter, almost like trying to incinerate her.

The Barry Gregory smiled and put her lips on her reddish left ear. She rubbed her tongue with a hot tongue and slowly moved down. She came to her white neck, biting or licking a deep kiss. I printed a trace of it, and it was the smell of sandalwood on his body. As long as he thought, he would let the woman get the highest happiness...

Helen Weiwei didn't move, and the chain would ring, and the sound would sound embarrassing.

His nose and her stick together, the smile on the corners of the eyebrows, not to mention the heat on the palm of the hand, can burn her.

The slender fingers touched all the way up, dense and numb, and finally fell to the softness of her chest, gently hold!

Helian Weiwei trembled and the electric shock slid over. She couldn’t help but scream and reached out and pushed: "Don't-"

He held her hand directly and put the kiss on her most fragile neck, deeply sucking it, and the other hand holding her tightly from behind, as if she was firmly holding her in her In his own arms, Helen Weiwei could even feel how urgently he fits her in the place where he is hard to rise...