Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like flying phoenixes, her pretty face is naturally beautiful, and her smile is gentle.
Like a waterfall of black hair, it is bound by a lavender silk scarf and hangs down to her delicate buttocks.
Seeing Zhao Wujiang open the door, she pursed her lips and smiled, feeling bright and happy.
"Why are you here?" Zhao Wujiang and Linlang looked at each other, staring into Linlang's eyes as clear as a blue lake.
"I have some doubts. I don't know how to explain it. I want to ask Brother Wuyou. It's a little abrupt. Isn't it disturbing to rest?" Linlang stepped into the room and said dignified words, but her heart couldn't help but pounding.
She knew that her intention was not to drink, not to ask questions. She just wanted to meet her lover and enjoy the short happy time with him.
Zhao Wujiang sat at the table and filled a cup of tea for Linlang.
Linlang was about to sit down when Zhao Wujiang's sharp eyes saw a stain of water left by Hua Jieyu on the bench. He quickly sat over and gave up the seat he had been sitting on:
"You sit here, I'm just getting warm."
Linlang's heart was filled with sweetness and a hint of shyness. She hummed softly and sat down slowly.
"Are you injured today?" Linlang held hot tea with bright eyes.
"No." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and glanced at the closet without trace.
In the closet, Hua Jieyu was confused and shocked. Zhao Wuyang seemed to have some relationship with Linlang from the Qingqiu Fox Clan. In the middle of the night, Linlang actually came to visit in person. Could it be that there was something special about Zhao Wuyang that she had not discovered?
"Lu Xiaojin didn't do anything to you, did he?" Linlang asked absently, twirling her slender jade fingers around her hair.
"No." Zhao Wujiang nodded, feeling that the topic was dry. What exactly did Linlang want to ask?
Linlang hummed, her red lips parted slightly:
"Then you weren't hurt today, were you?"
Has this question been asked? Zhao Wujiang understood Linlang's thoughts. He gently held Linlang's hand and shook his head:
"I am OK."
"Actually, I want to say..." Linlang held Zhao Wujiang's hand instead. She didn't want to pretend to be reserved anymore. She said softly:
"I missed you again."
Zhao Wujiang reacted extremely quickly, anticipating what Linlang was going to say in advance, and drew a talisman to seal the closet door without leaving any trace, blocking out the sound.
He put his arms around Linlang's charming waist:
"Didn't we meet tonight?"
"But I still miss you." Linlang leaned in Zhao Wujiang's arms. She hugged Zhao Wujiang's waist:
"I miss your breath, I miss everything about you.
I don’t want to pretend that I’m not familiar with you anymore. You’re so hot, how could I not be familiar with you. "
"Silly girl." Zhao Wujiang has a soft heart, and the provocative love words lie not in the love words themselves, but in the person who tells them.
The love words Xuanyuan Jing and Lin Lang said to him, Zhao Wujiang, were different from other women.
He hugged Linlang tightly and kissed Linlang's earlobe:
"When I build my own body, when I reach the Supreme Being, when I kill Yue Bufan, I will stay with you forever."
Linlang hurriedly covered Zhao Wujiang's mouth, her blue eyes trembled, she was moved, her heart was full of waves, and there was a hint of fear:
“Stop it, you’ve said this before, it’s unlucky.
I just want you to be well. "
Zhao Wujiang had gentle eyes and smiled. He gently touched Linlang's cheek, slowly raised Linlang's chin, and kissed her.
Linlang let out a long hum, her heart filled with tenderness. She hooked her delicate hands around Zhao Wujiang's neck and couldn't help but respond crazily.
Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and waved, and another talisman was sealed on the wardrobe.
Linlang embraced him breathlessly, and the more they kissed, the more passionate they became, and the more they kissed, the more affectionate they became. She was already tugging at his clothes.
So what if there was someone in the closet, he couldn't bear to neglect Linlang's hot and boundless love.
His big hands explored Linlang's slender jade legs towards his familiar softness, and Linlang let out a sweet moan.
But at this moment, there was another gentle knock on the door.
Another voice came:
"Zhao Wujiang, are you asleep? I am Lin Xiaoke from the Qingqiu Fox Clan. I have something to tell you."
"Blank!!!" Zhao Wujiang felt that ten thousand grass and mud horses had stepped on him, and Linlang's delicate body froze and she hurriedly stood up.
