Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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It's just -- it's just embarrassing.

Although she was embarrassed and angry, she didn't have the courage to get up and scold her son.

Roll your body into a ball, wishing to blend in with the bed...

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A corner of the quilt was lifted again, Qi Luoer shrank back subconsciously, struggled hurriedly, and wrapped the quilt tightly again...

Seeing that she wrapped the quilt like a rice dumpling, Yue Wushang was a little funny: "Xiao Baoer, what are you afraid of?"

Pulling the quilt again, he took advantage of the opportunity to get in.

Hugging that soft body again...

Her body was as warm and soft as in memory, and it was even hotter now.

When he touched her lightly, she couldn't help trembling, and shrank back: "Don't...don't...bebe, bebe..."

Yue Wushang had waited for such a long time, so naturally she couldn't back down now.

Tighten her body in his arms: "Don't worry, I locked that little thing up and won't be able to get out for three days or two... Bao'er, let's continue."

Bowing his head, he kissed her precisely.

From her delicate eyebrows, watery eyes, upturned nose, to her bright red and moist lips.

His soft lips went all the way down, his kiss was hot and gentle, densely covering her whole body...

Qi Luoer's big eyes were misty, looking at Yue Wushang's eyes.

Being so close at hand, her eyes suddenly sank into the bottomless black abyss.

Her whole body was hot, spreading like fire...

Responding to his deep kiss jerky and clumsily.

The temperature in the room rose all the way, and it became ambiguous.

There was a staggered gasp, and there was a thin moan intermittently.