Chapter 311

Outside the paper window, the light reflected by the winter snow clearly reflected into the room.

The sky blue pine crane gauze draped on the ground, folded into thin folds, covering two closely intertwined bodies.

The thin cocoon in the heart of the Duke of Yan revolved around the wide range of legs, and a cluster of dark light slowly ignited in the bottom of his eyes. He looked down at the women under him, the black hair spread in a beautiful posture, and a section of bright spring snow was winding in the oblique lapel.

It's so clear that you're ready to move.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Lang was afraid to bend his legs.

Yan Guogong's throat gave out a deep smile and said, "in the past, you loved each other for thousands of times. Your legs are like heaven growing on your husband's waist. You are so fascinated by him that you can't help drowning in it. Why, now that you have your beloved red phoenix son, this leg can't recognize its master? "

Red phoenix is a woman's affectionate nickname for a handsome little lover. It spits out from the mouth of the Duke of Yan. This nickname has a terrible smell of blood.

The Duke of Yan's eyes and tail are long and narrow, and his deep and hot black pupils are keen to capture the prey. "It's a pity that your Phoenix son is a merciless boy. Otherwise, how could he leave you and run away alone? If he really has courage and loves you, he should face up to his husband. What is it like to hide behind a woman for protection

Words are all words to kill the heart, quietly broke the psychological defense of his wife.

Lin Lang was silent.

Very slightly, move the head of the bed and tie the belt of both hands.

The edge of the other party's belt is hard, so firm without leaving a gap around the wrist, quickly rolling up a hot pain. Lin Lang, a young lady of the aristocratic family, can't stand half of the competition, and can't stand this kind of punishment.

The Duke of Yan has good eyesight, so he puts this subtle action into his eyes.

To this day, she has not repented.

That man's weight in his wife is so important that she can ignore her anger?

The string of reason was provoked, and his patience was finally exhausted. In the loud exclamation, he picked up her thin waist with one hand, lowered her head, and madly entangled her with lips and teeth.

Before that, it may be related to the growing age and experience of men. The kiss of the Duke of Yan was restrained and implicit, as if he had treated a precious treasure patiently and carefully.

It's not like it's now. It's like a beast that suddenly comes out of the box after it's hungry. On the verge of losing control, the man gasped for a moment, then, regardless of her feelings, his tongue, like a thin and cold blade, drove straight in and bit the soft jade in her red sandalwood.

Rampant, unbridled.

Almost unbridled.

Linlang was sucking and shivering all over her body. Her body was wobbling and swinging. The red tassels wrapped with exquisite beads were also glued to her cheek. Her mind was full of blank and bewilderment.

The big claw, like a pair of tongs, violently broke off her closed legs and pushed her knees into it.

Like a tyrannical king, extreme and terrible.

If you want to die, you have to die.

Lin Lang was oppressed by him and couldn't resist. She could only lie on his shoulder and sob. Her hands were helpless on the smooth shoulder blades of the man. The Duke of Yan untied the knot that tied her to the head of the bed, but he didn't relax his wide range of wrists and was still bound. He was determined to teach her what torture was.

Her husband's thin and clear fingers strongly inserted into her black hair, thick, close the back of the head, not to let her leave half a minute.

The cry grew hoarse.

In the evening of the fall of Jinwu, the spring was deep and the blood red eyes of the Duke of Shiyan slowly returned to normal. He pulled out of the room and pulled away the black hair around his wife's thin neck. Sweat was on his palms and his temples were slightly wet.

Lin Lang was dizzy, and his wrist was tight, and he was tied to the head of the bed.

Is this guy still addicted to play?

"You let me go --"

it was originally a scream of resentment, but her cheeks were red and her voice became hoarse in crying and begging for mercy. This resentment played up the gorgeous tide of love, which was very moving.

Satisfaction flashed in Yan Guogong's eyes. He raised his hand and nodded his eyebrows. He ignored the anger that seemed to be absent. The man was the steady, gentle and reliable husband in his memory. As if the rampant attitude just now was just an illusion, he said with a smile, "it seems that I didn't work hard enough for my husband, but my wife didn't faint."

After understanding his meaning, the wife was ashamed and angry.

The Duke of Yan looked at her with great interest for a long time. Then he plucked the wet hair on his forehead and his chest was bare. He picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. He smoothed out the folds on the clothes calmly.

Lin Lang can only watch him shake his sleeve and leave majestically.

The rest of the room was in a mess.

She stopped looking and focused on the bandage on her hands.

I don't know when, a pair of red scale boots stopped in front of the bed.Lin Lang's struggling movement stopped. She turned her head to look at people. The other party changed her scarlet clothes and was looking at her with a very complicated look.

On the ground are broken clothes and skirts. Some of them have been torn apart, and even the threads inside have come out. We can imagine the danger at that time.

Beauty pear flower with tears, tied to the bed, a pair of white jade arms exposed in the air, the blue and purple left above is ferocious and terrifying.

Yan zhaolie felt stung by the heart venomous bee for several times, which made him shiver.

"What are you doing here? How much have you done to me The cold female voice awakened the person, "how, my body this pair of miserable appearance, but please to the son of the world?"

He was rarely silent. A small machete with carved patterns slipped out of his sleeve and cut off the belt wrapped around his wrist. As soon as the belt was loose, it rolled onto the pillow. Without looking closely, he knew that the red skin of naled was swelling violently.

Lin Lang was tied for too long, her hands numb and lost consciousness, and she always maintained a stiff posture. Yan zhaolie pursed her red and thin lips. Without saying a word, he reached out and rubbed it for her.

"Pa --"

as a result, they were thrown away mercilessly.

"What are you doing now? Confession? Atonement? " Her black eyes were all cold mockery, "put away your hypocritical face of charity, and say it clearly if you want me to die soon. There is no need to cry for mercy! What kind of cover do you look for when you've done it all? "

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"I didn't do it." He said in a low voice.

Yan zhaolie has always been the favored son of heaven. Yan zhaolie was held in her hands since she was born. How could she be so embarrassed that she scolded her bloody head, but she dared not answer back.

It's like something.

And Lin Lang is determined to throw dirty water on the male master and bite him.

Otherwise, her advanced acting skills will be wasted.

Then he sneered, "no, who else is so full and supporting? You didn't train in the barracks, but you ran to the White Horse Temple, you ran to the stall at the foot of the mountain, and your father found me. Do you dare to say that all this has nothing to do with you? "

Yan zhaolie opened her mouth and was at a loss in her cold sight.

"No words, acquiescence? Also, you are a perfidious villain. You don't keep your promise, and you are attracted to your stepmother. The stinky mice in the gutter are more than you -- "

Lin Lang is under pressure again.

However, there was no brutal plunder this time. The other party put one hand around her shoulder and the other hand touched her hair top. Her beautiful face was buried gently in the soft and greasy neck socket, and her breath was deep and hot.

From this kind of protective posture, Lin Lang knows that he has no charming mind, but this does not prevent her from using the most vicious language to make the other party's heart and liver into a hornet's nest. "Why, you can't wait to climb up the bed just after you get off the bed? I want to see how much you can be humble? "

The sarcastic words let Yan zhaolie suddenly raise his head, his eyes full of ferocious blood.

He vomited and looked at people, "you say it again?"

Out of some secret and overflowing pity, today's shiziye softened himself in front of Lin Lang and bent down his noble head, which can be said to be humble to the dust. But no matter how to be humble, he has a man's blood in his bones, especially when a woman pointed his nose at him and said he was cheap.

"it can be repeated several times, you are the lowly bone" - the

tail sound flutter, like a bubble, broken in the lips of young red lips. Her lips were gnawed fiercely, suddenly filled with a strange smell of rust, and then his movements slowed down again, like appeasement, accidental lingering.

Shiziye was originally furious, but he did not have his father's strong self-control. After a while, he surrendered. Where can we pay attention to the vicious curse, only remember the soft tongue and soft skin of her, holding the big palm of her shoulder, feeling two pieces of shallow protruding scapula.

Suddenly a chest pain, Lin Lang with elbow heavy knock a few.

Yan zhaolie instantly sober up, see the hatred in her eyes is deeper, lip side is sarcastic smile, "you still say you are not cheap?"

She stroked her lips, red and swollen with kisses, like a peach.

All of a sudden, Dai Jian'er picked her up. She was charming.

"Let me remind you that this place, a quarter of an hour ago, was your father's territory."

The magnificent Phoenix eyes of shiziye were gradually covered with a layer of dark anger.

His exposed emotions were completely restrained and he looked at people with no expression.

"So?"

The speed of suddenly changing face makes Lin Lang marvel.

Under the deliberate ripening, the young and publicized son is more and more like Laozi, and also more and more like the deep, mysterious and cruel Regent in the later period. Obviously, just now he was still a low spirited air bag. He could turn his head and turn into a jackal. He was eyeing at people and planning how to break her bones into his belly."Therefore, I advised the son of the world to take up his tail and be a man."

"If you don't want to be killed by your father himself -"

the first-hand method is to stew the green with fire.

Lin Lang gave him a scornful smile.

She really likes the play that father and son become enemies.

The minister under the skirt, can you be a minister without blood?