First Lady

Lan Shan suddenly stretched out her hand to hook Ming Ye's neck, pushed her lips up, and blocked his mouth.

Soft lips covered her, Ming Ye's body stiffened, immediately hugged Lan Shan forcefully, aggressively pushed her back, kissing proactively like this, Lan Shan seldom had.

The young master's unhappiness was suddenly replaced by joy, he was thinking how he could put Lan Shan to bed, but now he was fine, Lan Shan came to his door by himself.

After a long time, Lan Shan leaned against Ming Ye's chest weakly and breathlessly, cast a glance at Ming Ye, stretched out a finger and tapped Ming Ye's lips: "I didn't treat him like this."

Ming Ye finally had a smile on his face, he opened his mouth and bit Lan Shan's finger, and said as if threatening: "If you dare to treat him like this, I... will kill him." [

Lan Shan moved the corners of her lips, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Stupid..."

Suddenly his eyes darkened, and he was pressed onto the bed by Ming Ye.

The pair of obsidian-like eyes on the top of the head shone with scorching flames.

"Shanshan, it's getting late, let's go to bed!"

Lan Shan tried her best to ignore the throbbing he brought her, and moved her body uneasily: "Okay, it's just that I can't... do other things while sleeping."

Ming Ye seems to be very clear, "Well, don't do anything else while sleeping."

Having said that, the movement of the hand is not like this.

After the sound of undressing, Lan Shan's smooth and tender skin was invaded by foreign enemies.

Lan Shan hastily pressed his hand that had already slipped to her chest: "What are you doing tomorrow night? It's not that you said you can't do other things."

Ming Ye blinked, and said innocently and seriously: "I didn't do anything else, I just want you."

That natural tone almost turned over the depression, why did she provoke such a thick-skinned kid.

Seeing Ming Ye's inevitable appearance, Lan Shan thought that tonight she might not be able to escape again.

When you can't escape the storm, you can only hope that the storm will pass faster or be smaller.

Lan Shan simply gave in, and looked at Ming Ye pitifully: "I'm still comfortable, take it easy."

Ming Ye was overjoyed and nodded quickly: "Mmm..."

The young master thought to himself, as long as Lanshan can agree, as for whether it should be lighter or heavier, this matter is not decided in advance.

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