Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

Seeing her angry, he smiled more joyously, full of charm, so charming and elegant.

The movements of the hands did not decrease.

She wanted to resist, but Mo Zifei hugged her even tighter, making her grit her teeth helplessly, like a little wild cat about to explode.

Finally, she stopped moving, and said in a deep voice, "Mo Zifei, what are you going to do?"

"I like Xiaoguaiguai." Mozi replied unnaturally.

Nalan Zhenyue closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and when she reopened her eyes were clear.

"What is your purpose for approaching me?"

"Little darling, don't think too badly of me..." Mo Zifei rubbed her temples affectionately.

"It's not that I think you are too bad, it's that you are bad!"

Mo Zifei chuckled, and took advantage of the situation to change Nalan Zhenyue's side. The two faced each other, and she was sitting on his lap. Somewhat speechless, she was sitting in a private place. Under Mo Zifei.

Mo Zifei didn't care at all, and stretched out his hand from under her clothes, provoking her chin.

Close to his beautiful face, she could clearly feel his breathing.

Cool and thin, indifferent.

In essence, even breathing is the same.

"Little darling said I was bad, then—" the corner of his lips twitched, "I'll be a bad person again?"

He approached her, his thin lips were full, getting closer and closer.

Nalan Zhenyue laughed as if she was extremely angry, Mo Zifei stopped, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

She said: "It's kind of bad, it's not something you can get bad just because you want to."

means something.

At this time, her appearance was extremely gorgeous, without the sharpness, her eyebrows and eyes raised, like a stone dropped by a calm lake, with slight ripples, but with more seductive temptation, not too light or too thick, just right.

"Huh?" Mo Zifei's tear mole under the corner of his eye was shining brightly.

however.

Nalan Zhenyue's boldness was beyond Mo Zifei's expectation.

The sitting position moved a little, and when she made a move, she successfully caught the flickering astonishment in his eyes.

Very light, very light, a little obvious in the magnificent and dazzling light.

The slender hand held the majestic majesty who hadn't raised his head through the clothes, and the joke that was often seen in his eyes flashed in her eyes, and the eyes seemed to tell: You thought you were the only one. meeting?

"It's so close, you don't have any reaction at all, even if I hold it in my hand, it still won't be hard...your little brother..." The ending sound lingered a bit, The corner of her mouth curled up.

"What does Xiaoguai mean, are you reacting now?" Mo Zifei was not angry at all, and counterattacked easily.

"The point is not this." She paused, and her hands tightened a bit, "The point is you, no! You can't be hard, even if you want to be bad, you can't be bad."

"Want to try?"

Nalan Zhenyue shook her head, "I like men who can 'do', not just empty shells like you..."

To be honest, a man's thing, let alone holding it with his hands, would respond even if he sat down, but Mo Zifei didn't respond at all, which is why Nalan Zhenyue was so confident.

Mo Zifei's hands tightened suddenly, making her body stick closer to him, and the exhaled breath sprinkled on her face, and he said vaguely: "So, I don't know, you are still a tortured fairy. with?"