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This man really has to inch in.

Ye Qinghuan laughed dryly twice, and reminded him in a friendly manner: "Uncle Nine, what about the promised month?" ”

said that he would give him an answer in a month, but because of a Mu Qingmiao, he not only kissed her deeply, but also prepared to have a full body service, and now he even confessed...... It is worthy of the Nine Emperor Uncles of God Speed!

At the mention of the one-month agreement, Murong Jiu's handsome face suddenly appeared a little unnatural, and his thin lips pursed slightly.

In her affairs, he was really too anxious.

"Huanhuan, don't get too close to them." Murong Jiu sighed leisurely and kissed Ye Qinghuan's lips again.

This time, the kiss was like a gentle breeze, his tongue deftly burrowed into her mouth, slowly exploring, and his right hand clasped her into his arms, as if he wanted to become one with her.

Ye Qinghuan closed his eyes to accept his kiss, felt his left hand reach into her clothes again, couldn't help but moan, raised his bare hand, and held his.

"Don't ......" She still has to go back to the Changsheng Building, so that everyone knows if she goes back in disheveled clothes.

"Don't be afraid." Murong Jiu kissed her neck, his strength was well controlled, leaving no traces on her fair skin, and his tone was like a magic sound Sanskrit singing: "This king will send you back to the attic, change your clothes and go to see the county lord Ruoli again." ”

Ye Qinghuan couldn't resist Murong Jiu, and was bewitched by the deep male voice, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but lighten, so he was presumptuous in her clothes.

One pleasure after another came from her body, Ye Qinghuan's mind was a little drowsy, and her only reason seemed to remind her: Is this progressing too fast? She was still thinking about whether to give him a chance, but he had already done something to her that was even more transgressive than between lovers......

But why isn't she disgusted? Not angry?

Could it be that in fact, unconsciously, she already has a man like him in her heart?

With a chill on his chest, Ye Qinghuan finally woke up from his drowsy thoughts, and covered Murong Jiu's lips: "Uncle Jiu, don't ...... it"

She gasped and her heart was beating hard, and she felt that she had been seduced by the gentleness of this man.

If she goes on like this, she's going to have to give it to him here!

Murong Jiu watched Ye Qinghuan quickly pull his clothes together, looking at him with a slight hint of pleading in his eyes, and his hard heart couldn't help but soften most of it.

Taking a deep breath, Murong Jiu bent down his noble waist, picked up the belt that he had pulled to the ground from the ground, and with a touch of tenderness at the corner of his mouth, he carefully tied it for Ye Qinghuan.

"When the time comes, the king will hear an answer that satisfies the king." Murong Jiu kissed Ye Qinghuan on the lips like a little water, and smiled lightly: "Then, this king will carry a sedan chair eight times to marry you into the Nine Princes' Mansion." ”

Marry......

Ye Qinghuan glanced at Murong Jiu with a strange expression, and coughed lightly: "Let's talk about it!" ”

This man is really a standard man of action, and he doesn't want to give it to her without the slightest hesitation.

But as far as she is concerned, she still hopes to wait until her life story is revealed.

"Besides?" Murong Jiu repeated her words of prevarication in a faint voice, and his phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, staring at her quietly with a pair of watery eyes.

"Uncle Nine, I want to know my life experience." Ye Qinghuan sighed, if there was no real evidence to prove that she was not Murong Qinghuan, how could she dare to risk the world's disapproval to consider being with him? Even though he is so good and so dazzling?

"Don't worry, there will be." Murong Jiu smiled, and Jade pointed at her red lips: "This king has already asked the shadow to check, and when you give this king an answer, it will also be the day when your life experience is revealed." ”

So, what if I'm Murong Qinghuan?

Ye Qinghuan looked at Murong Jiu, hesitated in his heart, and still didn't ask this sentence.

This man, she thought, would not love to hear that.