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"Brother Bai Qi, where are you going, wait for me."

Yan Xiaomo chased after Bai Qi, she still likes this tank hero quite a lot in the game, especially the revised Bai Qi.

"Mo'er, where are you going?" When Ying Zheng came back, he happened to see Yan Xiaomo chasing Bai Qi, his eyebrows furrowed, and he hugged the person in his arms.

"Ah Zheng, you're finally back." Yan Xiaomo gave Ying Zheng a hug, she hadn't seen her for five years, and Ying Zheng was already a head above her.

In front of Ying Zheng, she looked even more petite.

"You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing chasing after Bai Qi?" There was a sour taste in his tone.

Ying Zheng looked at the bright little face in front of him, and his heart moved.

Of course, Yan Xiaomo wouldn't tell him that he was curious about what Bai Qi's true face looked like to chase others, otherwise Yingzheng would definitely eat the wrong thing.

"Just ask him if he's eating." Yan Xiaomo said weakly, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bai Qi glancing her head to the side.

Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze from Bai Qi's side, obviously not believing what Yan Xiaomo said.

"You all give me a back seat, and you are not allowed to come over no matter what you hear." Ying Zheng's voice was high, and almost all the soldiers present heard it, and his white head was slightly tilted, but there was no movement.

"Yes." All the soldiers replied in unison, they naturally understood what the emperor was going to do.

Yan Xiaomo looked at the evil eyes of those soldiers, and her little face turned red suddenly, with a fiery temperature.

"Ah Zheng, don't make trouble." Yan Xiaomo stretched out her hand and pounded Yingzheng's chest, eager to find a hole to get into.

Ying Zheng laughed, hugged Yan Xiaomo and strode towards the camp.

"Mo'er, I don't want to wait, I want you now, I want you to really belong to me and belong to me alone."

Gently put the person in his arms on the bed, his eyes as gentle as water.

"Ah Zheng, will you be in a hurry, outside...... There are soldiers outside. Yan Xiaomo stammered a little and was a little shy.

"No one would dare to come in and ruin our good deeds without my orders."

Ying Zheng's tone was particularly ambiguous when he said this, and his hands were propped up on both sides of Yan Xiaomo's head.

The air in the tent warmed up, and Ying Zheng leaned over and gave Yan Xiaomo a kiss on her forehead.

"Ah Zheng, I'm ......" Yan Xiaomo slammed the big palm on her waist tightly, because that hand was untying her belt.

"Mo'er, you feel it, it misses you very much."

Ying Zheng covered Yan Xiaomo's hand and took Yan Xiaomo's hand and slid down to his body, making Yan Xiaomo feel his uncontrollable heat.

Touching the heat, Yan Xiaomo instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but Ying Zheng held her hand tightly and didn't let her retreat.

"Zheng, you, you're too lewd." Yan Xiaomo was a little angry, clenched her fists tightly, and felt the heat on the back of her hand.

"Good Moer, you are gentle with it, gentle with it." Ying Zheng's voice was a little depressed.

In desperation, Yan Xiaomo had to listen and do it, but, whether it would be too big there, she couldn't hold it with one hand.

"Ah Zheng, how can you be so big?" Yan Xiaomo whispered, with some complaints.

"Big bad, isn't it?" Ying Zheng closed his eyes comfortably, listened to Mo'er's words, couldn't help but smile lowly, and half-opened his eyes.

"I'm scared."

Yan Xiaomo hasn't tasted that kind of taste, it must have hurt at first, that feeling is like stabbing your nostrils with a candle, how can you feel happy.

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