"Brush ......"

A pain in the face.

Yuan Changhuan's originally shocked eyes were instantly filled with physiological tears.

It hurts.

In front of the thanks, Yuan Changhuan didn't cry out in pain.

Instead, he looked at him stubbornly. "Who are you? Are you sick, what do you do if you have nothing to do with other people's faces? ”

More beautiful and magnificent than three years ago, the face came into view.

When he tore open the cicada's wing mask, he left a faint red mark on her face.

His face was red, and the corners of his eyes were red, as if he was shy.

However, Xie Ci saw her eyes clearly, but he was dyed with raging anger and avoided it unabashedly.

"Don't you know your husband, how do you say that your husband will let you know each other well?" The voice was low and ghostly.

Yuan Changhuan was frightened by his thin lips and ducked back.

"Hiding from what? Thought I was going to kiss you? ”

"Heh, the skin is so thick, no wonder there is still a layer under it."

Before he could just say it, his fingers slowly slid along Yuan Changhuan's cheek to her chin.

It's like a new mask in Shuo, or is there still any left, and he hasn't taken it off.

Yuan Changhuan's peach blossom eyes narrowed, accompanied by a slight curl of red lips, a change of vigilance and nervousness, and a wanton smile was unassuming, "Thank you, do you think I am still as easy a bully as I was back then?" ”

The voice fell.

Yuan Changhuan got out of Xie Ci's arms like a snake and pressed him against the wall.

"Does it hurt?"

The thank-you speech was easily subdued by Yuan Changhuan.

He turned his head and looked at her calmly, "Let go, otherwise I can't take care of whether you can leave the Emperor's Mansion alive." ”

The ambiguous voice reveals a bit of erosive treachery.

The gesture is like a whisper between lovers.

The words are unconsciously terrifying.

Yuan Changhuan is now a master of the arts, ignoring the words of thanks, laughing loudly, pulling out the long whip at his waist, against the neck of Xie Ci, and staring at him with burning peach blossom eyes, "What if I don't loosen?" ”

"Yuanyuan, let go."

Xie Ci lowered his eyes and looked at her snow-white lotus arms.

and the slender jade hand that clasped his neck.

In front of Yuan Changhuan.

The tip of his tongue licked his thin red lips, "I haven't seen you for three years, you won't want to know what I want to do to you." ”

"Perverted."

Yuan Changhuan withdrew his hand violently.

This pervert actually licked her hand.

"Are you disgusting or not, you hated me back then, have you forgotten?"

"How can such beautiful hands be dirty." The thin lips of the thank you closed one by one, and the warm breath sprinkled on her wrists.

Yuan Changhuan wanted to resist the thanks.

But he couldn't let go.

He can only be allowed to act like a pervert.

The hand against his neck became harder and harder, and the curvature of his red lips became more and more magnificent and seductive.

Thank you, phoenix eyes are faint.

It's been three years.

She grows open.

It was like a half-blooming delicate flower, but now it is completely blooming and full of brilliance.

It seems that she has been doing well in the past three years.

How could she be doing so well?

He is in the abyss of torment.

Xie Ci's eyes became darker and darker.

Treacherous haze.

Yuan Changhuan noticed the change in his thanks, and his heart sank.

Don't waste time with him, his words are sarcastic, revealing bitter hatred, "After all, my hands have been touched by other men, why aren't they dirty?" ”

The words of thanks at the beginning became an boundless nightmare in her heart.

Sooner or later, one day, I will return it to him.

Thanks, long eyelashes drooping.

Burst out laughing.

Yuan Changhuan heard his laughter and felt that he was laughing.

His expression became more and more cold, and his other hand was weak and boneless down his shirt, without touching it, with a sultry spring feeling.