The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 479
I endured the illness.
While applying the medicine, he saw the whiplash on Qi Jinheng’s back and his fingers were shaking.
Those people are so cruel.
Jiang Luoluo lowered his eyes and stood obediently next to Qi Jinheng, holding his head with both hands and pressing it on his chest,
“My body is hot.”
Qi Jinheng raised his eyelids, feeling the fragrant scent of Warmth reached the tip of his nose.
His little wife hugged him tightly, like a drowning man hugging the remaining driftwood.
In the solemn and gloomy ancestral hall, with the cold wind howling outside the window and the flying snow filling the sky, a warm body hugged him tightly, with a sweet and soft voice, and asked him softly and cautiously:
“What about this, husband?
” Will you be warmer, husband?”
The moist and hot breath continued to breathe into his ears, and the sweet and soft breath enveloped him for a moment. Qi Jinheng’s throat was thirsty and his eyes were dim.
How could he be so good?
If this continues, the little resentment he has left in his heart will be crushed by his soft little wife.
In the midst of lightning, a soft body pressed against his, with a trembling voice,
“Husband?”
Qi Jinheng came back to his senses: “Huh?”
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His little wife’s cheek Deep red, her almond-shaped eyes shone with sparkling water, her long and curled eyelashes were fluttering helplessly, and her voice was trembling,
“Don’t be like this…”
Qi Jinheng raised half of his eyebrows slightly.
It turned out that his palm, I don’t know when it started, had touched the other person’s butt.
It’s just that his expression is too serious.
In Jiang Luoluo’s eyes, this kind of seriousness became too cold and harsh, even with a sense of scrutiny.
His little wife’s face turned even redder, and the alluring blush spread to her ears, making her face even more beautiful, like a ripe peach, pink and moist.
His voice was thin and soft, shy and timid,
“Don’t be like this, husband.”
“You are injured, it will hurt.”
His heartache made Qi Jinheng’s heart beat and tingle.
The hard place is like a piece of iron.
The two of them were stuck together, and even the changes in their bodies were particularly clear.
The other party’s sense of aggression was too strong, and the exploding male hormones enveloped him airtightly. Jiang Luoluo’s little face was red and hot, and his whole body was about to be cooked by the current situation.
Qi Jinyu’s voice was hoarse, his narrow phoenix eyes stared at him with dark and dangerous eyes, and he asked in a deep voice:
“I don’t feel any pain, is it okay?”
The person holding him was shaken all over, and his eyes were filled with water, feeling ashamed and pitiful. She looked at him and lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that the memorial tablets behind would hear her,
“This is the ancestral hall, husband…”
“Your ancestors are all here.”
“They are old and know how to avoid suspicion and will not steal. You see.”
Qi Jinheng stretched out his arms, pulled the person into his arms, pressed the other person’s head, and bit those incredibly soft lips.
The feeling of tenderness in bones and tendons exploded in the bottom of my heart, and the hot breathing in my ears and eyes echoed in the solemn ancestral hall.
The searing kiss was deep and heavy, breaking through the teeth and sucking the tip of his tongue…
His little wife had nowhere to escape and could only sit feebly in his arms and wrap her arms around his neck.
At the end of a long kiss, Jiang Luoluo, who was dazed by the kiss, opened her eyes, pressed her face against Qi Jinheng’s chest, and listened to the beating of his heart like a drum.
However, in the blink of an eye, there was a sudden feeling of weightlessness, and Qi Jinheng picked him up and placed him on the large Taishi chair.
He leaned forward and kissed the tender neck filled with warmth…
The night was getting darker.
The howling cold wind carried the severe cold of winter and made a rustling sound on the window lattice. The candlelight flickered in the empty ancestral hall, and the smell of incense candles spread everywhere.
In the dim room, a wrist as white as snow rested on the Taishi chair.
The slender fingertips tightly clasped the black armrest.
The wide black cloak covered a large area of ​​spring scenery, with only one beautiful foot sticking out, and the instep was tight.
Like howling in the cold wind,
