Zhao Wujiang and Linlang walked side by side.
Linlang was wearing a lavender dress and was tall, only a head shorter than Zhao Wujiang.
She held the little night breeze and the candle flickered:
"I'm not disturbing you, are you?"
"These words are unfamiliar, and I need to be punished." Zhao Wujiang put his arms around Linlang's waist, gently hooked her into his arms.
"Aren't you afraid that they will see you?" Linlang's eyebrows were gentle. Her restraint and politeness were because she was worried that she would be caught by others if she was too close to Zhao Wujiang, which would expose Zhao Wujiang's identity.
At this moment, being hooked by Zhao Wujiang, her heart suddenly became hot.
It would be nice to not have to hide it.
"They are all asleep." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and walked towards the temporary residence with Linlang.
"What if someone bumps into me?" Linlang leaned against Zhao Wujiang gently, and the man's familiar aura fascinated him. She knew that this was not safe, but she just couldn't bear to be rational.
"So what if we bumped into each other?" The two of them arrived at the residence and pushed open the door. He picked up Linlang's legs, hugged Princess Linlang, and said domineeringly:
"Who dares to say anything?"
Linlang hooked Zhao Wujiang's neck, her brows and eyes were gentle, filled with little bits of moisture, and she said in a deep voice:
"Um."
"Let me see what happened to your demon pill." Zhao Wujiang placed Linlang on a bed made of wooden tables. After all, Dao Liantian is not a place where he lives permanently, so many things are very crude and cannot be moved if they are not crude. Those who left were moved away.
"I lied to you." Linlang stared straight at Zhao Wujiang, the spring water in his eyes was about to pull out:
"I just miss you."
She missed Zhao Wujiang, so she made an excuse.
"Me too." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, and Linlang lay in his arms, exhaling like a blue breath.
"Do you dare to say this in front of Sister Jing?" Linlang pursed her lips.
"Of course." Zhao Wujiang said seriously:
“You are both my women and you are all very important to me.
Maybe the timing is wrong, and many things must be hidden from the outside world, but for you and me, I, Zhao Wujiang, will definitely not hide anything sincerely, so you know her, and she also knows you. "
Linlang's heart softened and she blamed herself a little.
She rubbed Zhao Wujiang's cheek with the tip of her nose:
"Fool, why are you explaining to me? I absolutely trust you."
"I know." Zhao Wujiang nodded:
"You can even trust me with your life."
The two looked at each other affectionately, one became moist like spring water, and the other became as hard as his character.
Zhao Wujiang smiled frivolously and changed the subject:
"However, it was obviously what you wanted to ask just now.
This is all your fault. "
Linlang's pretty face turned red and she snorted in embarrassment:
"Then what do you think we should do?"
Zhao Wujiang smiled evilly:
"Using the demon pill as an excuse to trick me into coming here is the first crime.
Making me worry is the second crime.
Asking me such a dilemma is the third sin. "
Linlang felt Zhao Wujiang's big hand reaching into her dress. Her cheeks were so red that they were almost dripping with water. She bit her red lips gently, her eyes were full of charm, and she hesitated:
"That's only...three...crimes, nothing more than three."
Zhao Wujiang and Linlang's foreheads were touching, the tips of their noses were rubbing against each other, and he smiled evilly:
"Before you are touched, you will be wet, and you will be panting before you are penetrated. These are the four sins and the fifth sin."
"Obviously...it was you...who teased me first..." Linlang's breathing became heavier and her clothes were gradually removed.
"There's no need to blame someone if you want to." Zhao Wujiang shook his head from side to side. Linlang wanted to kiss her many times, but he avoided her slightly.
Linlang's face was full of resentment and shyness. She couldn't speak to Zhao Wujiang, so she said shyly:
"I don't want to argue with you."
"That won't work." Zhao Wujiang stopped shaking his head from side to side and said in a bad way:
"It's not up to you. You have to fight. Don't say I bully you."
The two hugged each other.
"You're just bullying..." Linlang exhaled like a blue breath, her eyes were as charming as silk, and before she could finish her words, her lips were pressed against hers.
Words and tongues entwine and fight with each other.
The affection was ignited and burned fiercely.
In the blink of an eye, their clothes will be burned and fall all over the ground, including outer shirts, inner linings, and trousers and bras.
