Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 120 Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect (26)

I don't know where he got the wine.

It tastes spicy in the mouth, and it feels like there is a mouthful of fire in your throat. A thin layer of sweat suddenly forms on your back, making it feel hot.

There was only a small pot in total. Qin Yan took a cup of wine and looked at her with a smile on his chin. The cold white skin on the back of his hand was thin, the light blue blood vessels were obvious, and the bulging tendons on the wrist bones seemed to be beating.

Very sexy.

Ruan Ruan poured another glass of wine, raised his head and drank it. When he raised his neck, his fair skin seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light under the candlelight, and it fell into his eyes.

She was a little drunk——

His head was groggy, and his movements still seemed sluggish after shaking his head. His fair and tender face was now stained with a thin red, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in his breath.

The eyes can't be closed, as if the eyelids will close in the next second.

Qin Yan laughed and waved his hand in front of her. Ruan Ruan subconsciously grabbed it with both hands and leaned his cheek to take a closer look.

It seems like you want to see every texture on it.

A thin layer of sweat formed on his palms, and Ruan Ruan let go of his hand uncomfortably, muttering something in his mouth.

She wanted to get up, but she staggered when she stood up, as if she was stepping on cotton under her feet.

Qin Yan stood up slowly and raised his eyebrows almost invisible. He opened his hands and waited——

The warm and fragrant nephrite bumped into his arms, and he fell backwards, hugging the person in his arms.

His back still hurt a little when it touched the ground, so he continued to hug her indifferently and tightened his arms.

The girl's fragrance mixed with the faint fragrance of wine lingered in his breath.

His eyes were a little blurry, Ruan Ruan's palms were resting on his shoulders, the closed collar was slightly pulled open, his dark hair was hanging down, and a few strands of hair brushed his exposed skin.

Ruan Ruan leaned his nose forward and sniffed gently.

So close that I almost touched his cold white skin——

"You guys smell like that."

She suddenly spoke, and her words were unclear and waxy.

Hot and moist breath breathed on his neck, the ends of his eyes turned red uncontrollably, his Adam's apple rolled up and down suddenly, and a small piece of cold white skin under his collar became slightly red.

The elixir was working in his body, and his body had been completely repaired at this moment. The ointment on his face was still semi-moist.

Qin Yan curled up her hand slightly, but did not tighten it any more.

Ruan Ruan reluctantly opened his heavy eyelids and blinked, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly.

She seemed to be confused and moved closer, holding his cheeks in her hands.

She looked straight at him with somewhat stagnant eyes, "It's beautiful, it's mine."

The soft voice fell into his ears, and the next second, there was a warm touch in front of his lips, and he pressed them gently.

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(Imagine the male protagonist’s counterattack by yourself)
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After letting go, she breathed rapidly, with some mist in her eyes.

Qin Yan's eyes were also wet, with a clear smile in his eyes and a bit of contentment in his expression.

He wiped away the wet marks on Ruan Ruan's lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Will you forget it when you sober up tomorrow?"

He smiled lowly, "I can't let you take advantage of me."

Qin Yan picked him up and carefully put him in his arms. The little face leaning against his chest was red, and his red and swollen lips were slightly open, which was very painful.

The tip of his heart itched -

Still thinking.

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(End of this chapter)