Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

It is said to be angry, but it is a style that no one else has seen before.

The hook is tight.

For some reason, Mo Zifei's pupils darkened.

His big palm rubbed against the skin on Nalan Zhenyue's waist, and the tactile sensation it brought was so good.

"Little boy—"

Before Mo Zifei's words could be spoken, Nalan Zhenyue suddenly leaned over and kissed Mo Zifei's lips. She didn't penetrate deeply, but just touched his lips lightly, but Mo Zifei immediately kissed Mo Zifei's lips. He just grabbed her head, then aggressively invaded her territory, and got entangled with her.

Mo Zifei took the initiative, but in the next second Nalan Zhenyue took the initiative again. Just when both of them were breathing heavily, Mo Zifei's beautiful eyes also became blurred Getting up, at this moment, Nalan Zhenyue let out a chuckle from her throat, and suddenly bit down.

Mo Zi does not move slightly.

Nalan Zhenyue originally wanted to bite the tip of his tongue, but he moved it and bit the corner of his mouth, but was still bitten open, and blood flowed slowly.

Mo Zifei's lips were as beautiful as red plums of blood, but it didn't affect his beauty, but made him look more coquettish.

Like poppies, poisonous but addictive.

"Little boy, you are really bad." Mo Zifei said lazily.

Nalan Zhenyue smiled, "You are even more shameless, aren't you?"

"The two of us are made for each other."

"Who is a match for you!" Nalan Zhenyue took the hand he put on her waist.

But Mo Zifei put his hand on her chest more viciously, and squeezed it maliciously.

Nalan Zhenyue's head was covered with black lines.

Just then, footsteps came from outside.

As soon as Mo Zifei loosened his hand, the curtain beside the bed fell down, blocking the spring light.

There was a knock on the door.

"Miss Eleven, the Patriarch calls you to come over."

Nalan Zhenyue was about to speak, but unexpectedly, Mo Zifei raised his head and got up, biting her lips, preventing her from speaking.

Nalan Zhenyue stared at him, and Mo Zifei's hands became even more unscrupulous.

"Miss Eleven? Are you there?"

"Well!"

Mo Zifei actually bit her too.

Nalan Zhenyue glared at him viciously, but Mo Zifei smiled even more cheerfully.

"Isn't it here?" There was another knock on the door outside.

"Miss Eleven?" The voice outside was a bit puzzled, "It seems that I heard some movement from inside just now..."

Nalan Zhenyue finally broke free from Mo Zifei and said, "I know!"

There was a hint of hoarseness and sexiness in her voice.

The people outside were stunned for a while before replying: "Okay, the little one will go down first."

After the person outside left, Mo Zifei picked up Nalan Zhenyue, no matter what expression she had on her face, he carried her directly into the tub, the water in the tub had been filled for a while It was already cold, but when Mozi touched it, the water became extremely warm.

She was let in, but Mo Zifei stood outside laughing wantonly.

"Xiaoguaiguai's taste is very good."

"..."

Mo Zifei took the clothes on the side and put them on slowly. After a while, he became that well-dressed Mo Zifei.

"Little darling is not my opponent yet. Although in the eyes of outsiders, you have grown up very well, but in my eyes, you are still not good—" He shook his head, eyebrows and eyes frowned, "I'm waiting for you, little darling!" The day when you really grow up, it won't be too long..."