Yan all feel Ji Rao's waist is too thin, thin as if not a surplus grip.

His hand moved up slowly, clasping Ji Rao's mask.

Ji Rao's pupils shrink slightly. He seems to know what he's going to do. His face is full of resistance.

Yan Jun watched him struggle twice. At last, he struggled like a grasshopper after autumn and could not rest.

"I didn't see very well that morning." Yan Jun said and took off his mask.

In Ji Rao's resisting sight, Yan Jun takes off the white mask.

Yan Hou's face unfolded unprepared in front of him. It was as cool as snow lotus on the high mountain, as delicate as the most complicated pearl jade on the silver grate. Yan had a moment of absence.

Ji Rao was angry and annoyed. She was touched by the dumb acupoint, and her hands were held by Yan. She had a delicate face. Her angry Qi and blood rose, and her crystal white cheek was stained with a light color, like a peach blossom just coming out in summer.

Compared with that day's hurry to see Ji Rao's appearance, and let him accept that he was drunk and forced to become a national teacher, he went back to calm down for a few days to figure it out. So now looking at Ji Rao's face, he was not half in a panic at that time.

"The national teacher is really beautiful and beautiful. He is a great teacher."

Ji Rao clenched her teeth, so that her jaw was tight. Her chest was obviously undulating with anger, and her blue eyes were staring at Yan Jun.

Yan Jun only felt his mind move. He clenched Ji Rao's wrist, which led to a suppressed hum from the national teacher. Yan Jun listened to the voice, but there was a surge of primitive heat from his belly.

He can't help throwing away the mask, holding Ji Rao in one hand, and holding him up before Ji Rao can react.

Lift the curtain, the action is almost gentle to put people down.

Ji Rao only felt that the sky was spinning, and then he was put on the bed. As for how gentle Yan Jun's movements were, how could he have noticed them.

Yan is sitting on the edge of the bed. Ji Rao thinks of it, and he reaches out his hand to press Ji Rao's shoulder to push people back.

Ji Rao looks up and bumps into Yan Jun's deep vision. Her deep eyes are not clear in black and white. It's too dim for people to see clearly, but there is still a smell of desire.

Ji Rao's vision finally became frightened and unbelievable.

The sky is clear and the sky is clear.

Ji Rao thought about it carefully. What he asked the teahouse owner to put on his cup was really ecstasy and medicine, not oestrus medicine.

He should be sober by now.

How could sober Yan Jun see him like this!

Yan Jun stretched out his hand. His hands were slender and powerful. Tiger's mouth had a thick cocoon because of his sword all the year round. His fingertips fell on Ji Rao's delicate throat knot. He felt that the person on the bed was agitated because of his weakness and tension. Then his fingertips slowly slipped down, followed his skin and came to his collar.

The place that fingertip takes is cold, let Ji Rao whole person beat a shiver from the heart.

Then he felt Yan Jun untiing his clothes.

Ji Rao's eyes suddenly changed.

Shen Yunan.

You don't want your Shen Yunan!

Do you see who I am!

Are you worthy of him? Your window is still open. There are people outside. Han Yu is just one door away!

Only his heart how shout, Yan all also can't hear.

He looked at Ji Rao's eager but helpless eyes, and could not help but smile.