Chapter 585
“Hongzhuang?”
The Demon Lord frowned, as if he didn’t like hearing him talk about other women at this time.
But maybe she felt that Hongzhuang was not a big threat to her, and nothing happened.
“She’s just an insignificant succubus killer. It’s okay if you want to keep her alive.”
The drizzle sprinkles green bamboo in the garden, and the gurgling sound is like moist rain falling into the palm, and like small fish falling into the sea, which derives the meaning of vastness and abundance.
Bailian An hummed absentmindedly, the skin of her slim waist pressed by her palms was covered with a thin layer of sweat, making her hands especially slippery and soft.
He could hardly suppress the woman's frightened and trembling ups and downs.
He turned his eyes somewhat rigidly and looked at His Majesty the Demon Lord beside the couch, with an uncontrollable trembling in his voice: "It's getting late, Your Majesty, you should go back to the palace to sleep early, right? ”
In the bed, one arm was hugged tightly by Ning Feiyan, and the cold arm sank into the warm and soft body temperature. The feeling was very comfortable, but Bai Lian had no intention of experiencing it. Comfort.
All he knew was that if the female devil didn't leave, he didn't know how long he could last.
At this moment, the female devil did not continue to mess around, but fell into a brief silence.
After a while, like a lazy cat, she turned over on the couch, propped up the bed with both hands, and knelt down beside Bai Lian.
A charming and unparalleled face came closer, her gleaming eyes falling directly on Balian's lips
"Kiss me."
Balian's breath caught in his throat, thinking he was hallucinating: "Wha...what?"
The female devil turned half of her face and said: "Kiss me, and I will go back to sleep tonight. ."
It seems that he is afraid that Bai Lian will not agree. , she hurriedly pointed to the exquisite birdcage on the bed table with her eyes: "I gave you the bird."
If it were in the past, he would not have broken Balian's bones easily. To do such a frivolous and romantic thing, not to mention that the target is the majestic king of the demon world.
It was just that the situation at this moment did not allow him to continue to stand proudly. Balian, who was tortured by these two female demons, just wanted to send her away quickly.
He raised his head from under the quilt, and Balian kissed the female devil on the cheek very simply.
I was still worried that she would not be satisfied enough. The kiss was so real that I took a sip.
The movements may have been a little too heavy, and the snow-white cheeks turned red.
Perhaps she didn't expect Balian to be happy at all. The female devil held the side of her face with a dazed look on her face, and the white skin on her earlobes quickly turned red.
Bailian didn't move when he saw her. He just covered his cheeks and slowly lowered his head. The black hair on her shoulders slowly fell down, hiding her face and making it impossible to see any expression.
Could it be that kissing on the face is too perfunctory?
While he was struggling, the little wild cat under him was almost unable to suppress himself. Balian remained calm and did nothing.
A hand reached out from the quilt, pinched the warm and delicate chin of the female devil, and raised her face forcefully.
The pad of his thumb gently stroked her slightly parted lips, and he propped himself up, not allowing the female devil to react at all, so he stopped her rapid breathing.
Across the night, the sorceress's jewel-like deep pupils turned from shallow to thick, and the scene in her eyes seemed to be frozen in place all of a sudden.
There is still rosiness between the white snow cheeks, with a little joy of disbelief.
The female devil who was half-kneeling on the bed suddenly lost consciousness. Her whole body was about to become a puddle of water. She held her shoulders with both hands and pinched a rouge-colored red mark at the end of her eyes. It was like this Her soft appearance makes people pity her for no reason.
The lips parted for a long time, and their lips were both red and ambiguous. Facing the female devil's straight and moist eyes, Balian tilted his head slightly unnaturally: "Go back. Sleep?”
The female devil touched the place where his fingers pinched her chin.
How does it feel moist?
Her brain had already turned into a ball of mush, causing her to lose her ability to think.
The female devil was in a state of despair, but her vague voice suppressed the unconcealable shyness and trembling joy: "Well, go back to sleep...go back to sleep..."
Say that. , he hurriedly turned over and fell out of bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes and socks. In the dark light, he looked like a little thief who stole fragrance and jade and returned home with a full load.
When I stepped through the palace gate, I stumbled over the very short doorstep. The King of the Realm almost fell to his face without any image.
Bailian tightened his consciousness and sensed the Demon Lord's aura with great concentration. It was not until he was completely sure that she really left that Balian suddenly opened the quilt.
Ning Feiyan was curled up on the messy and wrinkled bed, her two slender jade arms tightly hugging Bai Lian's waist.
The large purple clothes on her body slipped off at some point, revealing her snowy shoulders and jade arms.
The look of her breathing softly was particularly enchanting, like a dewy pear blossom, with blurry water waves in her half-closed and half-opened eyes.
Bailian looked down with a dark face, and saw that there were teeth marks on his waist that were like mottled wounds, and they were spread all over his waist.
He shook his head vigorously and rubbed his right hand unconsciously on the bed. He quickly took his clothes and put them on, intending to pour a cup of herbal tea on the case and splash it on Ning Feiyan's face.
But before he could get up, Balian's little finger was gently hooked by a slender little finger extended by Ning Feiyan. She gasped for breath and hooked gently, as if hooking the only one. life-saving straw.
Now that I heard it carefully, the unintentional gasping sound was indeed somewhat in tune with the soft tone of a cat.
Bailian was startled by her move and couldn't help looking down at her.
Succubi have always had difficulty controlling their self-esteem and emotions.
At this time, Ning Feiyan's wet eyes hid a bit of embarrassment and unbearableness, and her sweat-stained cheeks were buried deeply on the soft couch.
But she seemed to be still clinging to the last bit of stubbornness and dignity, instead of asking for help.
The little finger hooking Balian's little finger trembled slightly, as if it could be loosened with a slight twist.
Bailian looked at the tea cup on the table in silence for a long time, and finally sighed softly, curled up his little finger and hooked hers tightly, pulled it gently, and said in a clear voice: "You Come here."
Ning Feiyan's blurred eyes were slightly startled, as if she was surprised by his gentle voice.
She slowly raised her pretty face with a bit of forbearance, feeling seductive in the moment of emotion. Her teeth chattered as she slowly crawled towards him. The whole person was as docile as a furry kitten, lying quietly on Bailian's lap, with red eyes.
The cool breeze entered the room and blew the gauze of the bed curtains.
Bailian reached out and gently stroked the soft black hair covering her back, as if he were soothing a frightened kitten.
Ning Feiyan never liked being touched by others, but her body, belonging to a succubus, really liked the touch of that hand. She narrowed her eyes and hummed, her appearance becoming more docile and well-behaved.
Her cheek could not help but rub against Balian's thigh, her back was slightly arched, and she inadvertently proudly showed off her elegant and graceful waist curve.
Gradually, it seemed that just touching her hair was not enough to satisfy her. Ning Feiyan raised her pretty face, her white throat slid, and made a soft and uneasy sound.
Bailian was a little at a loss. He took back the palm that fell between her hair and gently wiped her hot cheeks. The cold body temperature seemed to give her instant comfort. .
Ning Feiyan put her chin in his palm and rubbed it.
Bailian, who had never seen her look like this before, couldn't help laughing.
Perhaps this is also an innate ability of the succubus clan, that gaze is too guiding and suggestive.
Even Bailian, who was not very involved in Fengyue matters, seemed to understand something.
He slowly took out his slender index finger, tapped it lightly on the tip of her jade-white nose, and asked with a bit of tentativeness: "This?"
Ning Feiyan was half-full. Standing up, she leaned softly into his arms, her cheeks buried in his chest, her two trembling little hands grasped the loose skirts of his clothes, and she made a muffled 'hmm' sound.
The voice was so charming that it was almost dripping with water.
The dim light floated in the hall and it was extremely quiet.
Baili glanced at her quietly, reached out and patted the back of her hand. After the two fingers slowly separated, he stood up and lit the stove to warm the tea, added a cup to the cup, and brought a cup of hot and misty tea. At the bedside.
Ning Feiyan wanted to pretend to be asleep and just do it, but when she heard the subtle footsteps under the bed, she couldn't help but raise her eyes and looked directly at Bai Lian's pair. Black eyes.
My heart was slightly confused, and knowing that pretending to be asleep was useless, Ning Feiyan hugged the soft pillow in her arms tightly, biting her fingernails, and frowned solemnly.
I thought the shy young man would just leave.
Who would have thought that he took a new sash from the closet, tidied up his appearance, and sat on the edge of the bed with a well-dressed look.
He picked up a bowl of warm tea, handed it to her, and said, "Would you like to drink some hot tea and feel better?"
Ning Feiyan subconsciously resisted his tender gesture and frowned subconsciously. He said with an eyebrow: "I'm not thirsty."
The words came out, but they were so hoarse that they didn't look like a thing.
Bailian frowned and said in an unusually serious voice: "Drink it."
This kid even kicked his nose in the face. Ning Feiyan was about to give a lesson, but his eyes suddenly focused on On the fingertips of his tea.
He was holding the tea very steadily, so where did the wetness on his fingertips come from.
Ning Feiyan's face turned red and her momentum was gone. She awkwardly hugged the pillow tightly and moved her head over to sip the tea in his hand.
Even she herself had never noticed that her behavior at the moment was very much like a well-kept pet.
Soon, the cup of tea bottomed out.
The dry and hot throat is warm and warm, which is indeed very comfortable.
Ning Feiyan licked her lips and was about to speak.
On the other end, Baili An put down the empty lamp steadily, resting his elbows on his knees and resting his chin on his palms, looking at Ning Feiyan with an elusive meaning in his eyes:
" On such an important day, you won’t come back Please stay well and come to my place to eat broad beans and eat melon seeds. Are you having a good time?”
There was no hint of ridicule in the words, it was mostly ridicule, but even so it was enough. Ning Feiyan was left speechless.
It's not her style to act like a little woman over and over again because of shame.
She Ning Feiyan, even if she fails completely, she still has to deal with everything perfectly and calmly.
"Enjoy yourself? Young Master Si Chen may be too confident or he looks down on me." Her charming eyes, still full of excitement, slid down, fell on his hand, and said with a mocking smile: " Is this enough to make people happy?”
Bailian laughed angrily, looking like a dog who doesn’t recognize people when he puts on a skirt is really annoying.
He raised his hand as if to slap her on the head to punish her. Ning Feiyan was not afraid at all, but she shrank her head as if she was scared and timid.
The forceful movement of Balian's palm falling suddenly became lighter and changed its direction. He retracted his palm and lightly hooked his little finger.
Gently hooked the little finger of Ning Feiyan's hand holding the pillow.
He looked at her with a half-smile, and asked: "Really?"
The words were soft and soft, as if Hong Yu was seducing her. Ning Feiyan heard this and felt My heart trembled slightly, and I felt itchy again, but I couldn't seem to scratch the itch.
Too careless.
This guy has a gentle and clean face like a scholar, but when he speaks, he is more like a little goblin who has just come down from the mountain and turned into the skin of a scholar. He is very seductive.
Ning Feiyan was very disdainful, thinking that these were all leftover scraps from her fun, yet he dared to do anything in front of her.
After feeling contemptuously in her heart, she never noticed that her little finger had pulled back with force at some point.
She turned her cheek away and hummed: "Although your skills are not good, the tea is quite delicious."
Bailian laughed softly.
Ning Feiyan glared at him slightly angrily: "Don't tell anyone what happened today!"
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