"It seems that I really can't hide anything from my face."
Murong Yu looked very happy.
Looking at Mo Xiyan's eyes, it gradually changed from appreciation to explicit emotion.
This made her step back involuntarily, but before she could stand still, she was forced by Murong Yu, pulled her arm directly and pulled her into her arms.
"What are you hiding from? Can I eat you?"
Murong Yu said he was very unhappy.
The main reason for this unhappiness is that Mo Xiyan doesn't want to have intimate behavior with him.
In Murong Yu's memory, he clearly saw that they were always close from time to time.
Either kiss a small mouth, or hug it. Even after a simple big marriage, it began to roll.
Roll, roll, of course, he didn't think about it now. Mo Xiyan would agree.
But he thought he could still have hugs and kisses.
But now don't say yes, even if it is a little closer, Mo Xi Yan will run.
How can he accept it?
He bumped into the familiar embrace. Don't cherish Yan's mixed feelings.
What about the familiar taste and the familiar touch?
What if it's essentially the same person?
She can't accept it now, just can't accept it.
It's just that the little heart still can't help pounding. What's going on?
Mo Xiyan shrinks in Murong Yu's arms with some uneasiness, and is full of entanglement between the two thoughts of "sink and escape quickly".
"Yan Yan, don't resist me."
Murong Yu forced Mo Xiyan to sit on his thigh with both hands, and then straightened her small face before the other party reacted, so that she could face herself squarely and not have a chance to escape.
"Your heart has accepted me. Why don't you want to admit it?"
He slowly stepped forward, and his voice became lighter and slower.
Mo Xiyan only felt that he was breathing more and more quickly and watched the man get closer and closer to himself.
Her body told herself to push the man away.
But as the man said, her soul shouted at this time to let her completely give up resistance and accept him.
In contradiction, her body was so stiff there.
The cool lips of Murong Yu directly pasted on her gently, which made her tremble all over.
Mo Xiyan didn't know why he just trembled, and his body didn't make any resistance.
Let the man continue to deepen the kiss, and she can only stare at the man's actions more and more.
Slowly, the rich and sexy breath filled her nose, just like the ubiquitous air. She had no second way to go except to accept.
Wake up, no, sink.
Mo Xiyan gradually abandoned his guard. In the ambiguous atmosphere deliberately created by men, he gradually lost himself in the gentle giant net scattered by men. He took the initiative to send himself in the past, just like a fish for bait. He chose the latter in front of living and food.
Felt the softening of Mo Xiyan's attitude.
Murong Yu was filled with joy and constantly expanded his territory.
From her ear side to her chin, and then slowly winding down, the Mo Xiyan in front of her is the big meal he has been waiting for for for nearly ten thousand years.
It is also the most precious treasure in the world that he has asked for so long.
So even if he wants it urgently in his heart, in terms of strength, he can get the person in front of him completely by force.
But he didn't.
What he wants is never just pure rolling. What he wants has always been from body to heart, complete Mo Xiyan.
I thought she accepted her distraction, but she didn't accept herself.
Murong Yu's sour feeling surged up again.
He bit her sensitive earlobe and licked it gently with his teeth. At the same time, he was low and dull. He was stained with a magnetic voice with great male charm and said vaguely, "Yan Yan, accept me, okay?"
While talking, his hand has slowly put on the knot around her waist. With only a little force, he can immediately untie it and make further intimate contact with her.
Mo Xiyan, who is in the whirlpool, only hears the word "accept" in a daze. She instinctively ignores it and only wants to sink into the beautiful feeling in front of her.
"Yes."
Mo Xi Yan's head gently rubbed against Murong Yu's shoulder. It seemed that he was dissatisfied and his action slowed down.
She didn't refuse?
But closer to yourself?
Does this mean that Yan Yan accepted herself?
The man was overjoyed by her unconscious behavior.
"Yan Yan, I'm really happy. You're willing to accept me. I'm really happy."
Murong Yu hugged Mo Xiyan excitedly, put her delicate body into his arms harder, and constantly whispered his deep love in her ear.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you or let you be hurt again. I swear by my own spirit!"
Then he really raised his right hand and began to speak of his oath.
"Wait, wait!"
Don't cherish Yan's instant awakening.
Although she was not the original fairy who cherished Yan, she may not have deep affection for the devil to let her give up everything.
But there was no way, just watching each other swear for such a meaningless thing
But she also stayed in the cultivation world. Naturally, she knows that for practitioners, vows can't be made indiscriminately.
Once it happens, it is planted with cause and effect. If cause and effect has become, it may not be able to get rid of it in its whole life.
She can't let Murong Yu provoke such a cause and effect because of her.
"No, I know you no longer believe me because of my previous actions."
Murong Yu gently shook his head and insisted with his eyes, "it's just to give you peace of mind, okay?"
A sour heart.
I don't know whose mood it is.
Mo Xiyan couldn't help crying.
This man knows that the biggest reason why he actually knows is that he saw his cruel treatment of Xi Yan fairy in the dreamland. Did he begin to exclude him?
In order to dispel her doubt about him, could he do so?
Mo Xiyan can't be indifferent at this moment. After all, she is also built by flesh and blood, not a cold-hearted fairy.
"I swear to the way of heaven in the name of the devil and my spirit..."
"No, I believe you."
At this time, Murong Yu directly began to swear. He was so anxious that Mo Xi Yan quickly pulled up and pulled off his raised right hand. He said urgently, "I am willing to give you a chance and believe you. We won't make this oath, won't make it..."
"Yan Yan." Murong Yu's heart warmed and pulled the man into his arms again. As soon as he lowered his head, he kissed the lip flap that was urgently persuading him