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

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The fiery kiss even spread to the neck unsatisfied, as if wanting to pour out all the suppressed anger...

Yue Wushang had always been fooling around in front of Qi Luoer, and Qi Luoer didn't know how many times he had stolen and forced kisses.

However, he has never been so domineering once, but it seems to be full of unwillingness and loss.

Her body couldn't help trembling for a while, and inexplicable emotions rushed to her face... [

She couldn't help but want to break free with her hands, and this break didn't seem like a real break, it seemed that she wanted to be free, to get the freedom to hug him tightly...

Her mind was in a daze, her heart was beating like a drum, and from the tips of her hair to the tips of her toes, she was no longer her own.

A longing that seemed to have been waiting for thousands of years overflowed from the bottom of my heart, and this longing locked her tightly, making her unable to move.

For the first time in my life, I tasted the kind of kiss between the male and female protagonists in Qiong Yao's novels, which made me feel dizzy and lighthearted.

The feeling of wanting to fly, and melting into the arms of the other party...

Her clothes were disheveled at some point, and his kiss went all the way down, the warm breath made her body tremble.

His whole body seemed to have lost all his strength, and he was about to slide down the bridge railing.

Her hands were released at some point, but she couldn't remember to push him away, instead she hugged his waist subconsciously.

There was a vague thought in his mind, if this continues, he might really want her!

She tried her best to bring back the last trace of clarity in her mind, but...but, she couldn't bear to part with this unspeakable warm throbbing.

She was a little afraid of what was about to happen, but also had a vague expectation...

Yue Wushang suddenly pushed her away!

The sudden emptiness made Qi Luoer stunned, her body was still a little weak.

Meng Lang, who had big eyes misty and his red lips slightly parted, wanted to scold him, but for some reason he couldn't speak.

Yue Wushang's face was pale, and there seemed to be thousands of emotions slipping through his eyes.