Chapter 1294： Lord of the Demon Cult, don’t darken 77

Then he bowed his head and kissed it.

His kiss was not the same as Xuan Yunzhi's gentle and delicate.

Arrogant, domineering, and strong in control.

"Well"

Xuan Yunzhi fell under him, holding the black robe pulled aside by her with both hands, passively accepting it.

When he kissed from the white chin all the way to the neck, he did not stop. He took advantage of the flow, chewing on his collarbone, a little bit painful, some tingling and a little itchy, and when he had enough kisses, he continued to go down. Explore, wherever I went, those clothes obstacles, all torn.

After a while, she was left with an unwilling belly hanging all over her neck.

The ambiguity of the spring room rises, the night is full, and the treetops are warm.

I could only look at it from a distance. After a while, the bed shook, and a thin moan came from inside, making people blush.

When the next morning, the sun shone on the earth.

Streaks of sunlight shone into this house through the windows.

The damaged clothes were torn on the ground, and they were thrown on the ground.

The bed was crooked and the pillows were on the floor.

Although I can't see the people inside the bed net, the smell of the air that hasn't dissipated for a long time is enough to prove how hot the sky was made yesterday.

The oriole screamed outside the window, and the street became lively.

I don't know how long it took, and the person who had been falling asleep in bed finally moved.

A white arm was exposed outside the tent, but after a while, a pair of well-knotted hands stretched out and fished the arm back into the tent again.

Xuan Yunzhi was asleep.

Last night, I was so tired.

It's just that a certain person, after overturning the clouds and rain, doesn't seem to be exhausted.

On the contrary, the dark and faint light in the eyes is thicker.

When he woke up in the morning, Si Yunxie looked at the woman sleeping in his arms, and the corners of his cold lips were gently curled up.

It is enough to see that what happened last night was in a good mood.

He looked at her with a ruddy complexion, the delicate little face was stained with the spring colors, and there were still tears on the corners of his eyes.

He lifted his finger and wiped it off gently.

Xuan Yunzhi moved, and subconsciously leaned into his arms.

There were bruise hickeys on his white neck in twos and threes, which was not serious.

But looking down, one or two along the collarbone, dense hickeys appeared on the chest and lower abdomen.

There are still two black handprints on his waist because he didn't control his hand strength.

He glanced around, and finally his deep eyes locked on her snow-white chest.

He lowered his head, looked at the roundness in front of him, opened his mouth, and bit on it.

Xuan Yunzhi woke up suddenly.

painful.

"Woo!"

She shrank into a ball in pain, clutching her left chest.

Then she moved, feeling sore and weak.

She stared in a daze, and hadn't reacted to what was going on.

Next to Si Yunxie, he paused when he saw her reacting so strongly.

He raised his hand with distinct joints, his face was cold, and his brows were lightly frowned.

"It hurts?"

As she said, her hand fell on her left chest hand, and she rubbed it again and again.

Xuan Yunzhi looked at him, slowly.

Then, memories of yesterday flooded in.

How did I volunteer to show him his sultry skills without a teacher, and how was he forced to do it again, and was finally pressed on the bed with disgust.

The clearer the memory,

Just so confused and put to bed?