Get rid of the evil husband: there is a fox at home

Jiyue Liuhen has long felt someone's gaze, staring at him hotly and passionately for a long time.

He resisted not looking back, wanting to see how long Ling Shuiyue planned to watch. . .

1 minutes, 2 minutes, 3 minutes.

The little girl was still looking at him. . .

And the gaze that swept back and forth on him finally stopped at a certain place. [

The corner of his lips raised slightly, and because of her actions, he felt a lot happier all of a sudden.

"This king is very good-looking?"

Jiyue Liuhen suddenly turned his head, and looked at someone panicked with an evil smile.

Ling Shuiyue was like a thief caught by someone, she stammered in panic, "Your Majesty..."

The chin was slightly lifted, the black eyes of Jiyue Liuhen were burning, and the smile was shallow.

Rubbing her fingertips on her chin, "Just now, you were peeking at me..."

Her face flushed, and she muttered, "How can..."

"What a dishonest and bad girl..."

Jiyue Liuhen pulled her into his arms, and his handsome face approached her little by little.

Warm breath blowing on her face, her long eyelashes trembled slightly under his scorching gaze.

"After peeking at it, I won't admit it, huh?"

The lingering sound was long, and a lingering taste lingered in her ears.

Even though he has made out many times, every time he gets close, Ling Shuiyue still feels blushing and heartbeating.

His breath, faint fragrance, warm. . .

One by one, she was tightly surrounded by it.

Ling Shuiyue softened her body as he approached slowly in disappointment.

If it wasn't for Jiyue Liuhen holding her waist with one hand, she might not be able to stand still.

The people around had already tactfully retreated to the secret place automatically.

Jiyue Liuhen lowered her head slightly, and kissed Ling Shuiyue's small lips. [

Ling Shuiyue's lips are beautiful, a standard cherry mouth.

Small, red, delicate and tender, there is an impulse to kiss Fangze.

He first kissed gently, and as the kiss deepened, it became passionate and lingering.

Ling Shuiyue's cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help moaning softly from her throat.

To deal with someone like Ling Shuiyue who has no kissing skills, Jiyue Liuhen hadn't used half of her tricks before she turned into a ball of mud in his arms.